Happy Birthday, Andrew!
39 years ago, in a beautiful country far away (smelling faintly of clotted cream and marmite), a little baby was born to two very wonderful people. It was their first child and he grew up to be my husband.
He's my best friend.
My deepest love.
Father of my children.
I feel extremely fortunate that he picked me as the person with whom he'd share all the rest of his birthdays (and all the days between).
On Andrew's birthday I'm forced to admit, once again, that I got the best present: I got Andrew.
PS: Gwen and Maddy picked the balloons. :)
