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Kelly's 45th birthday!

Yes, I pretty much love this man. I have the most huge smile just thinking about him and what a sweetheart he is. I can't believe how crazy in love with him I am, still. Our lives together haven't always been easy, but I'm grateful we've kept working at it and have built what we have now as a couple and a family. He is so easy to be married to, and such an excellent husband and dad. Kelly, happy birthday to you!

To celebrate tonight, Kelly and the kids and I will have a family favorite dinner that his mom makes, smothered burritos with a pork green chili sauce, and cherry pie ala mode, instead of birthday cake. That's what I'll be whipping up today, in between trying to finish reading New Moon while he's at work. Kelly's office has officially relocated out of the ADI building over the weekend in Riverplace to the new space in Bridgepoint. He'll be working today, but if you want to call him or email him, or leave a comment for him here, I'm sure he'll appreciate the birthday wishes. Email me if you want his new work number.
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Hildie said…
HB Kelly! I hope you're at least going to see a movie or something fun like that!
June 25, 2008 9:00 AM
It's Been a Day! said…
a big happy birthday to kelly! Sounds like a great meal!!
June 25, 2008 12:09 PM
Callisto said…
Happy birthday, Uncle Kelly! I can't wait for all you guys to come visit in July. We're going to have a blast. See you soon!
June 25, 2008 1:36 PM
Happy The Man said…
Happy Birthday viejo loco (tirandote pedos por tu cumpleanos!) :)

Spanish is so not in my vocabulary any more though as you can see, I do still remember the important stuff...

The pool is looking good! Those squirt guns are looking real good!
June 28, 2008 3:18 PM
Maryanne said…
Wow, Kelly boy is THAT old?! (tee hee! jk). Happy birthday!!
July 02, 2008 4:09 PM
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