I’ve been singing this cheesy Jeffrey Osborne song all morning (click the link at your own risk). Today is not just a day to celebrate love… here in the Moore household, I’m celebrating MY love… because James was a Valentines Day baby! I’m fairly certain his mother would have preferred chocolates over labor that day, but I enjoy the overlap.
Normally the musical choices are a bit more sophisticated in this home, but I’m considering making an entire wing playlist for tonight. Suggestions are very welcome. Last night, I informed James that I thought maybe he would enjoy Birthday chicken wings. He then laughed and said he had been thinking I might enjoy Valentines chicken wings (with a side of potato salad, of course. mmmm). After a hilariously shaped sunburn dubbed James “chicken wing” last year, and his fondness for calling me spud, sharing this meal brings me great joy. Well… that and the crack that I’m fairly certain our local joint puts in the sauce. Seriously. These wings fly through my dreams. I can’t wait to sit down with my sweetie over good beer & delicious food, reveling in another year of his life… which is the best part of mine!
However you choose to celebrate this evening, I hope it is meaningful… whatever form that may take. 
Happy Birthday, Sir! Thank you for making me laugh & prance & sing silly joyful songs on a daily basis. I love you.
*images by Fat Orange Cat Studio
Cheers,
Briana
ps- for a less silly but significantly more wordy read on why I love this man so much… click the “sir” link above.
