Despite the spotlight being shifted, on July 22, my husband, father of three, turned 35 years old.
He'd be quick to point out that he remains younger than me.
To which I'd say, "Really? By a whole 6 months."
Then he'd say, "Still...younger."
And I'd say, "Whatever."
There.
That's pretty much how that conversation has gone for the last decade.
We happened to be visiting family/friends up north over Scott's birthday this year. My mom and her coworkers made sure he didn't miss out on a fabulous birthday hat. It even had bells and pop out curlies... you might say it was interactive! We had a cute little Cubs ice cream cake for dessert. And just like that, Scott stepped into his 35 year (or does this mean he's beginning year 36? Hmmm.)
Anyway... Happy Birthday to my younger man.
We happened to be visiting family/friends up north over Scott's birthday this year. My mom and her coworkers made sure he didn't miss out on a fabulous birthday hat. It even had bells and pop out curlies... you might say it was interactive! We had a cute little Cubs ice cream cake for dessert. And just like that, Scott stepped into his 35 year (or does this mean he's beginning year 36? Hmmm.)
Anyway... Happy Birthday to my younger man.