Today is my lovely wife’s birthday. The cake says “39” and indeed she is 39 years old today. But she might think she’s 40.
You see, whenever I have a birthday she just tacks a year onto herself. This helps lessen the shock when her birthday rolls around four months later, so she says. Now that her actual birthday is here, I’m not sure if she thinks she’s 39 or 40.
Either age, I’ll love her deeply and madly. She’s the best gal a guy could ever hope for.
Happy Birthday Paige.