So tonight, while eating Jason's birthday cake, Harper got a little choked. Not anything scary, just a little "went down the wrong way" action. As she was coughing, I was asking her if she was ok and she said yes. She stopped for a bit and then start coughing again and I said "bless your heart" to her. About five minutes later she came over to me and said "I feel sad for my heart." I asked her why and she said because she was coughing, "bless my heart."
Seriously, that kid.
On a different note, today is Jason's 36th birthday. He and I met when we were 18. If want to get technical it was 3 months before we turned 19, but still. We've been together for half our lives. How is that possible? We're so old. But at least for the next 9 days, I am 35 and he is 36.
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