A very happy birthday to Mr. MarathonMum. It's a big one, because it ends in a zero. But we're going to celebrate in a very low-key way, as per Mr. MarathonMum's instructions. Besides, we did a big blow out for his 30th, when I surprised him by organizing a party and having his whole family fly in to celebrate with us. (And it was a good thing I did it, too, because we moved to London nine months later.)
In the spirit of all things birthdays, here's my list of what I love most about Mr. MarathonMum:
1. His patience
2. His love of obscure music (which he has passed on to Thing One and Thing Two)
3. His confidence (ditto)
4. His intelligence
5. His pizza.
Happy Birthday to you! May there be many more.
2 comments:
As sung by Kiera and Liam...
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday Uncle Tim!
Happy Birthday to you!
Where is the cake?!?!
Liam just added "smell my feet and give me something good to eat"
What can I say...he's 2 1/2, confused and hungry for breakfast.
What kind of pizza? What does he put on it?
Let Tim know that 40 is the new 30. At least that is what I tell myself.
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