The Worst Birthday Ever.

Poor, poor Cody. He's had a rough couple birthdays. Like last year's. And this year's. I think I can speak for him when I say this year had to be his worst.

Last week he had several of his top managers fly in from Hong Kong and Shanghai to discuss Taiwan's elevator market. The GM in Taiwan made it clear Cody was in charge and would be hosting the out-of-town guests. The week before their arrival, Cody worked long hours, getting home sometime after 9 or 11 every night. Remember, Cody also has to get up early for seminary each morning. Needless to say, sleep was just shy of non-existent. I believe this caused an immune system shut down, resulting in him catching a flu virus. He ended up sick in bed all day Tuesday (the day before his birthday, with a guy from Shanghai already in town). Cody went back to work on Wednesday, now with his manager from Hong Kong also in town. He ended up getting home after 10, because of last minute preparations for the presentation he was to give to two of the upper-level managers from HK arriving the next day. He was exhausted, and still not feeling well. I had made him a cake even though we had already agreed to celebrate his birthday on Saturday (because everyone should have a cake on their birthday), and he had presents and packages waiting for him!! But when he got home he was so sick and tired, literally, he went straight to bed. I felt sooo sad his birthday was not a special day! If I had a birthday like that, I would be complaining about it for years. Cody's a much better person than I am.


We ended up having cake and ice cream and opening the packages the next night.
Then Saturday the Balla's were nice enough to watch Jadyn so we could go to dinner. As we were holding hands I made the comment, "your hands are so soft." Cody replied, "so are yours." Hmmm. I thought about it for a minute. "Maybe they are always this way, we just wouldn't know because we don't get to hold hands anymore." (one of us is either pushing a stroller or holding Jadyn's hand.) Then after dinner, Cody really wanted to get a massage. I'm not one that usually enjoys getting a massage, but after a week (or two weeks, rather) like his, I figured he could have anything he wanted!