Kristine and I had just left Target, which is attached to the mall, to buy her birthday present together – a FitBit that I’d later wrap with the kids and Kristine would pretend was a surprise. This is what our birthdays have become. Last weekend, I’d had pre-knowledge of my birthday gift, too. As Kristine and I walked through the mall, pondering this clinical approach to celebration, we passed the karaoke booth. I was nostalgically thinking about all our visits to Ozzie’s over the years when Kristine said, “Hey, do you want to sing karaoke with me for my birthday?” I said yes.
Happy birthday, Kristine. Heaven is being locked in a mall karaoke booth with you for eternity.