Happy Birthday, Valentine

Gabe is obsessed with birthdays lately, especially after going to a couple of birthday parties in the past few weeks. He always wants to know when his birthday is and if he's going to get a present. So on Friday we were looking for a present for Ryan for v-day, and Gabe got very excited: "its Dada's birtthday?" I tried to explain that it was Valentines day we were going to get a present because we love him. So on Saturday, we were having some domestic excitement cleaning up the yard after all the wind storms this week, and Ryan told Gabe to bring me a "present", a diet Coke box that had blown out of our recycling bin into the bushes. So Gabe ran up to me, proudly handed over the disgusting box, and yelled "Happy Birthday, Valentine!". Best gift ever.