Dave had to work the first shift of his practicum for nursing on Thanksgiving Day, which also happened to be my birthday this year. The day before he began installing the new marine toilet in the master stateroom head . . . but he didn't have time to finish it.
This is the birthday poem he left for me on Thursday morning:
No party
No cake
No presents under the tree
No candles
No streamers
Not even a place to pee
Just five boys
who love you so
And can't do enough
to let you know
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