It feels like just yesterday that I was writing to celebrate Mr. Lyndsy’s birthday last year. It’s really amazing how time flies, especially in a year like we had. Another surgery for me, recovery, finally meeting Mr. Lyndsy’s family in Brazil, a trip to Amsterdam in the cold and rain, more health issues for me, adoption of our two furkids.
That family photo pretty much sums us up. We’re amused, Mica is crazy, and Kizzy wondering what the hell is wrong with Mica.
Mr. Lyndsy isn’t big on celebrating his birthday as I’ve mentioned before, but I don’t care. He makes a lot of people in his life happy and we like to celebrate him. As I’ve struggled this year he’s been there for me. He just wants me to be happy and healthy and will do whatever he can to help me get there. My life is so much better than I ever imagined possible, all because of him.
So, love of my life, happy birthday.