I wasn’t there last year, or the year before… and the one before that was in South Beach.
So this year, I made it a point to at least fly in the-day-off… only to realize that I needed to work.
On a Sunday.
A convenient day for a birthday.
But then she said, she doesn’t mind…. it’s just a birthday – we shrugged our shoulders.
We will plan to go to Watch Hills some weekend… but until then. Happy belated birthday M. Apparently, I will always be wishing you late.