It's The Swede's birthday! Gah, I just love that guy so much; I'm celebrating him every day in my heart, trying not to constantly make too big of a stink of it so as not to annoy everybody around me. That's my battle, people: keeping my mouth shut about how crazy I am about this man so the rest of you find me tolerable. I'm not alone. Yesterday Jamie made a wish on a loose eyelash and couldn't keep it to himself. He wished, he told us seconds later, that Papa would have a fun birthday. Not the easiest task when it falls on a Monday, but I hope breakfast in bed, a new pair of sneakers, pizza dinner, and a surprise visit from his (also devoted) fishing buddies made for a pretty decent birthday in any case.