He likes the uneven ones better
Ten years ago I called him in Melbourne from France. 9 years ago we were in Vienna and got drunk at breakfast (damn hotel’s fault for giving us champagne!). 6 years ago we were in Amsterdam in the freezing winter and to look nice I wore a skirt – and subsequently got burn marks from the cold on my knees (still wearing stockings! What gives Holland?). All the others in between: Melbourne.
Every single birthday of Christian’s has felt like a present for me, and a privilege that I get to spend it with him. Today is no different… Happy birthday to my darling!
By the way, he really does prefer his age to end with an uneven number.
PS: I just realised we’ve never spent his birthday in France! Crazy! Next year Chris?
(Image from here – who knew there is a ’33′ Flickr group!)
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