My better half turned 31 today. I texted him this morning and reminded him that he's now closer to 40 than he is to 20. Not very nice of me. But, the truth is, being closer to 40 looks way better on a man than 20.
Exhibit A - We're both 21-22 in this picture (*sigh*) -
Today, at 31 years young, he is way hotter :) -
He has a big, tender heart. He's witty and sharp. He's good with words and patient with me. These are a few reasons why I fell in love with him to begin with, and now, ten years later, all of these personality traits I love so much about him are refined and stronger.
This weekend, we got to steal away for a date night to celebrate his birthday, thanks to his mom who offered to watch the kids. We went to church together, alone, with no hooligans distracting us. I heard one of the best homilies I've heard in a long time, but I wonder if it's just mostly because I actually got to hear it ;). It was nice to just be together, worshipping, with NO KIDS.
Then we went out with Sean's aunt and uncle for Mexican food because in our house, nothing is a celebration without a good margarita. And Sean's new found love, tres leches, was his birthday cake of choice. We had a good time.
And the festivities will continue tonight when everyone is home for a more child friendly birthday dinner for Daddy! You bet there will be balloons and streamers, homemade cards and singing, and sticky hands and lips as we celebrate 31 years of the coolest (and hottest) man we know.
Happy Birthday, honey!
You're like a fine wine that just seems to get better with age.
Lucky me. :)