I was in class all day on my birthday, so I didn't have a chance to post about how great it was.
First off, Jethro got the girls to school in the morning so I could sleep a few minutes later.
After morning class, I met him for a hurried lunch at the Indian buffet by the clinic because he had a patient.
Then I picked up the kids and dropped them off at the clinic so I could get to my evening class.
I got a call from Jethro while I was on break telling me to come down to the entrance. I walked down and there was Jethro, Gwennie and Emma with a huge vase of roses and a Happy Birthday balloon. I kissed them all and went back to class, carrying my flowers.
One of the girls asked me who "that guy" was with the flowers.
I said he was my boyfriend.
She asked if those were his kids.
I said I'd never had the paternity test done, but I was pretty sure they were.
She looked confused.
I told her he was my husband and those were our children.
She looked at me as if I was weird.
I didn't blame her.
I got out of class at 10:30 and started calling all the people who had called me who wouldn't mind if I called that late. I got home and I was still on the phone with one of my sisters. I walked inside and stopped in mid sentence. Jethro had made a lobster dinner which he had timed perfectly with my arrival.
It was delicious. And he got some. Actually I think I got some. Whatever. It was a great birthday.