My husband's birthday was this week. Yes. I mean this entire week.

His birthday, according to the Gregorian Calendar, would have been on Monday. But my husband, who has been trying to petition his birthday to become a national holiday, woke up on Sunday and slated that his birthday was going to be all week. So far, he's been correct.

His birthday started on Sunday. People handed him gifts and birthday wishes left and right in church on Sunday. (That's what happens when the birthdays of the week flash on the powerpoint screen before church.) He got a bunch of fun stuff like cookies, candies, and chocolate syrup, his favorites.

Monday, was his birthday. So the kids gave him their homemade presents and cards and we all sang to dad at dinner.

Tuesday: the birthday cake. I didn't have time on Monday to make it, so we made it on Tuesday. We presented it to him at dinner, and sang again, with another round of birthday kisses for dad.

Wednesday: I dropped lunch off at work for him, so he didn't have to starve. When I got home, I called him. He was out. Eating lunch with a Pastor friend of his that picked him up to celebrate his birthday. Then, at church that night, more presents from people, this time doughnuts. (Yeah, his favorite from Krispy Kreme) mmmmmm.

Thursday:  Birthday party with the youth group. We had a pizza party, and more cake, this time cupcakes with footballs on top.

So, my husband's birthday has become a week celebration.

Happy Birthday, Rob, AND tomorrow, we all go on a diet.:)

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