Birthday Boy

Ryan turns the big 2-8 today.  It feels like it was only yesterday we were celebrating number 27.

I think the old man is in a little bit of denial about this birthday, since he is inching closer and closer to 30.  But, because I am such a good wife.. I remind him every opportunity that I have.

Last year I sent him on a scavenger hunt around the house for his gifts, and he got quite the kick out of it.  I'm doing it again this year, but he will be searching for Stan Musial baseball cards instead.

Ryan makes me laugh.  A lot.  And he can brighten any day or any mood I might be in.  He sings loud and off-key, does the dishes after being prompted, and puts up with my roller coaster of womanly emotions.

He likes to shave his facial hair into (sometimes) horrible styles and then tries to convince me that he is going to keep it that way for a prolonged period of time.  Usually, I believe him for about 12 seconds, and then start praying that he is kidding.

Handlebar Moostache

Ryan is a great puppy-Daddy.  He lets Sonny crawl up into his t-shirts and always reaches to snuggle with her first when we climb into bed at night.  This usually prompts a little whining and complaining from me, saying he loves her more.  He says he doesn't love her more - just likes cuddling with her more.

Hubby insists that Brock gets to sleep with us (in our bed) on the weekends.  Every night I try to lay down the logic of A) Brock weighs 70 pounds, B) Brock doesn't know how to curl up, C) Brock only knows how to stretch out comfortably, D) Brock never sleeps through the night, and E) I am the one who gets up with him and puts him in his cage.  In the end, I just give up and agree with the Daddy.  He loves the big fella.  And so do I.

So, Happy 28th Birthday to my dearest and most favorite Hubby.  Wishing you lots of joy, love, and laughter today and every day of the year.

I am so happy you are mine!

Take Luck,

LP