July 08, 2005

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday my love.  I wish that I could watch you blow out those candles...

Jul 8, 2005 1:13:00 AM | Ramblings

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Jamie Good
Happy Birthday Mrs. B!! Capt. B gets lots of thanks for what he does, but we haven't forgotten you for the sacrifices you have made as well. May next years birthday be ten times better.

Posted by: Jamie Good | July 10, 2005 at 18:04

devildog6771
I offer my belated birthday wish to Mrs. T. I hope next year will bring the birthday you deserve, one shared with Mr. T. Take both of your and sir, be safe!

Posted by: devildog6771 | July 10, 2005 at 04:34

Chevy Rose
Happy Belated Birthday!

Posted by: Chevy Rose | July 09, 2005 at 17:08

Nancy French
Hey! Happy Birthday, wife! Thanks for all the sacrifices. I know you are probably feeling them acutely on days like today. (And weeks like these weeks...) Thanks.

Posted by: Nancy French | July 09, 2005 at 13:45

David
Happy Birthday Mrs. B!

Posted by: David | July 09, 2005 at 07:14

libby
T6~ Happiest of Birthdays to your wife. Your past couple of entries made me pause for a moment with the parallels. My husband is also in Baghdad, he and I are both feeling that middle of deployment drag, we were married on July 4 and my birthday is tomorrow July 9. Just thought the similiarities (dates are a little off but close) were funny. Your writing is great; often touching, and actually makes me feel a bit closer to my husband. Keep up the good work. Happy anniversary, also. I hope you have many more and none of them apart.

Posted by: libby | July 08, 2005 at 22:54

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