Today I turned 33. Alex understood it was my birthday and would randomly say, “Happy Birthday Mom” all day long. We didn’t really celebrate till after Wade got home from work. Then we went to dinner at Habanero’s before Alex opened all of my presents.
Alex had been saying for weeks that he was going to get me a firetruck, road, and a stoplight. I’m not sure he understood exactly what he gave me but it’s the actual red light out of a stoplight.
