
Yesterday was a very special day - it was Tara's birthday! She didn't have any presents to open yesterday but that's my fault. Not because I didn't have any presents for her, but because I made the mistake of buying early. Whenever I buy early, I get so excited to give them to her that she inevitably opens her presents early.
This birthday was a little different from her birthdays in the past, thanks to the little bun in the oven. I'm learning alot about what pregnancy can do to the human body and how it can interfere with celebrations.

Pregnant women know how to be specific. They are never really in the mood for whatever. So, for Tara's birthday, we ate out, but it wasn't anything extravagant. We didn't have a cake because she wasn't in the mood for it. And, judging by the clock in the picture, we weren't out late. These things made me worry that she wasn't enjoying herself on this special day. But right before we went to bed, I asked her if she had a good birthday and she told me she had and that she was happy.
Really, happiness is the best gift I could give her. And, I hope I can always make her as happy as she makes me. Happy Birthday, Tara! I love you!