On Sunday, September 25, Brian had a birthday. It was one day shy of 2 weeks post surgery. I still pretty useless, but with lots of help, I think we gave him a decent birthday celebration. During the week, when his packages arrived, my mom was there to pick them up off the porch and stash them where Brian wouldn't look, and at some point, I got Michael to wrap them presents, with help from my mom. After church (I think I went that Sunday for Sacrament Meeting and then Brian brought me home), Michael brought down Brian's presents.
I'm so grateful for Brian's family, first of all for shaping Brian into the person I love so much and for helping me celebrate him on his special day.
I'm also so so so grateful for Brian. I loved him when he asked me to marry him 8 years ago, but with each new baby, each new memory, each new inside joke, and each new challenge, I'm amazed that he not only married me but that he's still crazy about me. This last year has been made possible by him; I'm still going because of him. I hope he understands just how much he means to me. I hope that you had a happy birthday, Sweetie!
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