thirty-six.

Sunday was this guy's birthday.
My favorite guy.

My favorite guy, who has been neglected on so many levels lately.

The guy who picks up my slack and carries more than his share of the load in this family.

The guy who spoils me and takes care of me and loves me like no one else.

The guy I am blessed to call mine.

Blessed to spend my life with.

Blessed to raise these kids with.

I love you, babe.

Whole bunches.