Poor Daddy

A sad thing happens when your daughter is born one week before your birthday (the same daughter who was actually due ON your birthday)--she gets the fabulous, well-planned, go all out party, and you get, well, a pie. Not even a tastefully wrapped gift, just a gift card in a plain ol' envelope. But don't let that be a measure of how much we love you, Daddy! It may be almost a week late, but this post, Dave, is for you! Happy 33 years! I'm so lucky to have gotten to spend the last 12 of them with you! You are the best friend, husband, and dad that we could EVER ask for.

So Dave, these "butter butter balls" (Molly talk for "peanut butter balls", which were lovingly made and sent to the b-day boy by Grandma Pearl) are for you! May this year be the best one yet! We love you!