FlyGuy turned 38 yesterday and because I’m the coolest wife EVER (his words) I threw him a little party. And when I say little, I mean a little boy’s party complete with a homemade chocolate cake and sundae bar. Except the sundae bar was actually a gin tasting. FlyGuy and his drinking buddies decided Hendricks is the best gin, but Bombay (not sapphire) is the best for the money. The birthday boy was so excited, he truly acted like he was turning 8 and not 38. When he opened my gift, the last 2 James Bond movies, I think he swooned. Now, he owns all 22 James Bond films. When FlyGuy was little, he wanted to be president. It think his new dream is to become James Bond. Not sure if its because of the martinis or the gadgets. Am not even going to consider its because of the scantily clad girls.

In other news, ICLW is over and I’m always a bit bummed out. My google reader grew by at least 5 blogs this time. I love finding new blogs and the comments left on eggsbene this time were extraordinary. Try it next month if you haven’t done it yet.

Lastly, Little Lassie gave me wonderful mommy moment the other day. She saw a freckle on my arm and asked what it was. I told her a freckle and she asked, “Little Lassie have a freckle?” I told her I wasn’t sure. The little darling scoured her body until she found the lone freckle on her leg. She proudly said, “Little Lassie freckle!” She walked around the rest of the day saying, “mommy freckle, Little Lassie freckle.” My heart swelled.

Before we became a family I daydreamed about an event like this. I think I savored it even more because IF made me think we’d never become parents. Maybe thats the silver lining to the IF cloud, the victory is so much sweeter because the road to the finish is so arduous.