Bro-thday Bash
One year and one week ago, I was miserably, hugely pregnant with our 3rd. I didn’t care when he came out or how he came out, just that he came out. So on the night of our firstborn’s 4th birthday, I didn’t even care when I started feeling signs of impending labor as I play skeeball at Chuck-e-Cheese. And I certainly didn’t care when our baby finally made his grand entrance the next day, making him and his oldest brother 4 years and 1 day apart.
30 Reasons to Celebrate our Favorite 30 Year Old
August 7, 1986: our favorite man in the world was born. 30 years ago today. What a beautiful life he has lived up until this point. I mean….he’s created 3 additional humans, among many other accomplishments. We are opposite in many ways. (Ok, every way. And then some.) I love talking. He loves silence. I love chaos. He loves order. I love spending time with 82,305,342 of my closest friends. He loves spending time with our family of 5. I love big parties. He loves when people forget it’s his birthday. Unfortunately he’s out of luck this birthday because THIRTY. It deserves extra attention.