Today is a very special day. It is the birthday of a very special, very important person. A person who outshines most other people. A person so fucking awesome we can’t even comprehend his awesomeness.
You may be wondering to whom I’m referring. Is it Jason Segal?
Is it Ted DiBiase? The Million Dollar Man?
Um, right. I’ll take that as a no. How about Julius Peppers, NFL sackmaster extraordinaire?
I…wait. What? That doesn’t even make any sense. Moron.
Okay, you give up. Because I said so. And I’m tired of searching for other people’s birthdays. So I’m going to just end this charade and tell you… Today is Baby C’s second birthday!!
That’s right, on this date in 2011, Baby C – see Emily? I had Baby C first! Back off! – was born into this world and graced this blogger with cuteness, jocularity, and unconditional love. It has been a whirlwind two years, but I have loved every minute of it. Well, mostly.
My little man is the very spotlight of my life. He makes me laugh, laugh some more, and then pull out my hair. I love him more than I could ever describe with words so I’ll simply say…Happy Birthday, Baby C. I love you with all my heart. And some of your mother’s.