But every year for her birthday, she asks for the same thing:
And I oblige. Because, well, like I said, I love my mom, and I want to make her happy. I cannot fathom how in the world this would make someone happy... but it does. She gets so excited, and thanks me that I picked out a flannel nightgown which covers her ankles and wrists and collarbone, and swears she'll never take it off, never ever ever!
Anyway. I just wanted to take this opportunity to say, I'm sorry, Dad.
And, of course, Happy Birthday, Mommy!!! I love you.
