Birth-ah-versary

Lloyd and I were married on my birthday. When we marched out to the tune of “Happy Birthday”, I loved it! I thought that there would be no better way to celebrate the day of my birth by marrying the man I love. However, early on, we both realized that cramming in both a birthday and an anniversary celebration into one 24 hour period is a little difficult (Lloyd keeps mumbling about “pressure” and “financial ruin”…). Do we sing happy birthday? Do we blow out nine candles for our nine years, or thirty-something (and counting)? Not to mention our children’s confusion with the term “birth-ah-versary”. Ah well, the timing doesn’t matter. What does matter, remains. And that is, we are happy, healthy, and thankful for every day, no matter how confused we may appear.