Happy birthday to Mrs. Hobbit…

Mrs. Hobbit had a birthday today. She’s younger than I am and that’s all I’m going to say about that.

We sang Happy Birthday to her twice, once last night (which was this morning for her) and once this morning (which is tonight for her). You work it out if you want to but she’s 10 hours ahead of us. The lad and lass get a kick out of asking her how the weather is going to be later on. You’d think they were 6 and 8 not 12 and 14. Oh well, at least we get to see her and talk to her over Skype; great invention Skype, great invention.

Anyway, I know that she’s feeling lonely and left out of the family because she’s so far away and removed from everything we do. I’m sure she worries about us to (I’m not her after all and she is the family glue); but I hope and pray that she is safe and well looked after, she deserves it. June Cleaver is much better at this sort of thing than I am; for Valentine’s Day she did this awesome 100 reasons she loves her husband thing that I still think about sometimes. Those kinds of things take planning and forethought, neither of which am I blessed with, being of the male persuasion but I just wanted Mrs. Hobbit to know that I love her and think of her every day (no, I’m not just missing sex) and I ask God every single day, to make sure you come home safely. We need you here after all. I cannot wait for you to return.

I love you very much, have a most blessed birthday!