Bounding into the house after a day out with Paul, Cooper began yelling “Happy Birthday Mommy!”.
I had to laugh wondering what he was up to since it’s a few months past my birthday.
Digging into a shopping bag, while Paul stood watching quietly, he pulled out the surprise he’d told me he’d chosen especially for me.
The moment I laid eyes on it, I knew it was really a treat for him. A strategic addition to the growing collection of all things “Fireman/Fire Truck” disguised as a Birthday/Christmas gift for me.
Nevertheless, the gesture was adorable.
I mean Merry Christmas Mommy! Silly me, it’s not your Birthday! I hope you love it as much as me!
I do love it Cooper. Thank you, it’s perfect.