My husband came home, fed Cooper, diapered Cooper, made me a drink, drew me a bath, presented me with a fancy cake, put Cooper to bed, ordered me dinner and (this shows true love) let me watch a cheesy horror flick on cable that we've already seen before. Why? Because I'm a goof who enjoys making immature jokes and talking through a bad film rather than viewing something new.
The cake was special ordered. It's a tri-level mousse cake with white chocolate shavings (dusted with dark chocolate) adorning the top. This cake is a work of art! I feel like the queen of Burbank!
He knows me so well.
The top of the cake says, "Mom." Jakob says, "It's from Cooper."
Thank goodness I married this guy.
Thank Goodness I Married This Guy
Posted by Nicole Charbonneau White at 9:13 PM
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I second that. We are all grateful you found Jakob.
Happy, Happy Birthday.
Glad you were born!
Love you,
Susan
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