Today is the birthday of the father of my children, the man whose feet I touch at night, the one I love.
I baked an angel food cake in the spirit of my grandmother and today we'll celebrate his birthday at a secret restaurant of his choosing. But he doesn't get "the day off". There will still be breakfast to serve, poopie diapers to change, toy battles to referee.
Yes he'll be in his office, like most of us who work, and not getting to relax the way some do. So stop by on your coffee break and say Happy Birthday. I'm sure he'll take a moment to read the comment, on his.