Happy Birthday Tom!

I guess by the time you hit 45, birthdays make you sick. I felt sorry for him this morning since he had to go to work not feeling well, and it is his birthday. Sometimes life is just not fair.

Even when Tom is sick we still all love him being around. With out him around I wouldn't know details about all the shark sightings along the Pacific Coast. I wouldn't know the exact temperatures in the various locations surrounding our house and why those changes occur. I would probably live in a house that was close to 70 degrees inside instead of the chilly 67 that Tom prefers. My drapes would always be open. I would have to do the laundry, explain legal terms to the kids, look up vocabulary words definitions and go on the overnight field trips for the kids school. I would never understand the effects of off-shore winds vs. on-shore winds, and I would probably never get up at 5:30 am to go running on my own.

Happy 45th Birthday, Tom.

I can only hope that I look as good as you when I hit 45.

I love you,
Jade.