Today is my birthday. I love my birthday. It was such a big deal in my house growing up - cake, balloons, you name it. So last night, when Hulk woke up coughing, I didn't move. I decided it was my birthday, and Aaron could handle it (figuring he would just lay down and go back to sleep after a few back pats). Well, 30 minutes later, Hulk was still coughing and crying. Since I'm not working today, I went in and told Aaron to go back to bed- I can take a nap today, no big deal. He was already really close to falling asleep, so we rocked for a bit, and then went into the guest room and slept together on the bed.
Aaron came in before work and gave me my birthday cards (yep - we can never just pick one) but I didn't open them because it was dark and Hulk was sound asleep.
We woke up around 7:15 (that would be birthday present #1) and I rolled over and opened the cards. They were a mix of funny and cute ones, including one that had the song 'Move it' playing when you opened it. Hulk looked at me, looked at the card, and his jaw dropped. When the song finished, he patted the card - so I made the song play again. I started reading the last card - which was super sweet - in summary saying that we'd been through a lot but we have the best life ever (which I wholeheartedly agree with) and just as I was tearing up - Hulk starts dancing to the music.