I love this guy. He’s thirty years old today. And we celebrated by doing what we do every day. Going to work. Coming home. Making dinner and eating it. But there was also cake.
On Saturday we had a nice dinner out with a couple of friends. That was the more official birthday extravaganza. There was steak and beer. I gave him a big bar of extra dark chocolate and a t-shirt with Mr. Grumpy on it. And a card that said exactly what I say to him all the time. That I’m so lucky to be his wife. He’s loving and smart and hilarious and pretty much the best around. And not really as grumpy as he might seem.
And thirty? Thirty will be good to him. I can tell.