Happy Birthday To Me

I woke up Sunday morning to a cheery Austin wishing me a happy birthday. The conversation went something like this:

Austin: Happy Birthday!

Me: Who are you talking to?

Austin: You

Me: Me?

Austin: Ya

Me: Uh, Austin...it's not my birthday.

Austin: What? What day is your birthday?

Me: 9-10-??

Austin: Ohhhhh! I'm a month late.

I came home from work today (Monday) and Austin had purchased a box of some wonderfully delicious gourmet chocolates for me. What a sweetheart!

Thing I'm thankful for today:
A wonderful and thoughtful son :)