Twenty-seven years ago today, lights spontaneously sparkled, church bells rang, doves were set free, clouds formed into the shapes of hearts, angels sang angelic songs, bunnies hopped in happiness, dogs ran in circles chasing their tails, and I, still in the mother oven did a little jig and scared my mother half to death all because today is the day The Hubbs was born.

I am making him a cake.

A confetti cake.

He likes confetti cake.

I may even shave my legs.

Pictures will be taken (of the cake – not the legs) and I will post them later.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUBBS! LOVE IS TOO SMALL A WORD.

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