Happy Birthday, Blake!
I used to write posts for my family members' birthdays, but for some reason, I stopped. Well, today, I'm starting it again because I like to talk about them. After all, they are the people who made me who I am.
So here's something about Blake and just one reason why I like him: He's a family man. He loves his kids, and he loves his wife. And he talks about it. See?
Then I told Lindsey about the exchange. She smiled and said, “Good for you, Blake. Now will you watch your son?” Translation: She doesn’t care what I do so long as I continue to shelter, clothe, feed, and provide experiences for our family. It’s difficult to express how liberating that kind of support is, but I’ll try with this: I love my wife. (Taken from Remember the time I turned down that job at Google?)I'm not one for large public displays of affection, but public displays of affection in writing are a little different. Those, I like.
But anyway, about Blake . . . I like that he makes time for his family and professes his love for them. It's pretty cool.
So with that . . . Happy birthday, Blake!
Thing I'm thankful for: hoodies and jackets and cardigans and clothing with sleeves.