Happy Birthday P
KB: I love that you still try and hold my hand when we cross the road.
JB: I love that we speak four times a day.
KB: I love that you insist I like grechnivaya kasha (boiled buckwheat) even though I’ve been telling you for 38 years that I hate it.
JB: ...and I love that you still try and get me to eat it even though I’ve always hated it too.
KB: I love that you’re always there for me and the kids and I can rely on you.
JB: I loved watching Sex and the City with you recently, crying and laughing at the same bits.
KB: I love your ragaliki.
JB: I love your chicken Kiev.
KB: I love your schniztels.
JB: And now I even love your gefilte fish!
KB: I love the fact that you taught me the art of picking chicken bones.
JB: I love that you always believe you need another pair of shoes – and have passed this on to me.
KB: I love that you always ask me questions during a movie and that I miss the next five minutes explaining it to you.
JB: I love that no matter where we are, we’ll always try and detour past the Bally warehouse.
KB: I love the fact that you are independent, and a strong woman that I look up to.
JB: I love that you are my best friend, and you understand me, no matter what.
Both: And we love that you still tell us to put something warm on!