Today is my husband, Kevin's, birthday. He is 43. The kids are making a breakfast for him. I went to the store at 5:30am this morning to buy the right kind of bread for making french toast. Sam, 12, has become an expert french toast maker.
Kevin and Sam have this in common: They both love to cook breakfast. You'd think they'd accomplished cold fushion.
They set the table, use every pot and pan I have and usually get a flower or two in a vase. The food is fine, but the delight I get from seeing them be so proud is more delicious.
I also wanted to buy him a movie. He wanted "Surf's Up", an animated movie about surfing penguins. That's my Kevin.
Kevin is taking the day off from work and we are going to relax. I still have to do a pile of invoices, but after that, I'm good.
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