Today was my husband’s birthday. It is very tricky to celebrate a birthday form 7,000 miles away with an 8 1/2 hour time difference, but we managed admirably. The night before I posted on my military spouses Facebook group that Anthony’s birthday was coming and could they pass the word on to their husbands. That effort was apparently successful as he told me that a few of the guys treated him to lunch at the mess hall. Not the Ritz I know, but it was the thought that counts.

He just by amazing coincidence received the box of birthday presents I had mailed the week before. He was very excited about the cards, framed picture, books and the candy and cookies of course. In addition, he received a couple of other gifts via email gift certificates and is already spending them!

We were able to finally get Facebook chat to work and communicated for some time catching up and celebrating his birthday virtually. It was a pleasant, rather nicer than expected day.

Later that evening the kids and I decided to go out to dinner and to the beach to celebrate “for him.” We had a nice dinner, walked on the beach, took pictures and rode some rides at the little amusement park there. It was nice until I got sick on the Ferris wheel and was ill for the rest of the night. I don’t do rides, but Elijah wanted me to take daddy’s place and so I reluctantly agreed. For future reference, not a good plan…