Happy Birthday to the hottest, raddest guy ever

Braden turned 28 yesterday. This is the first birthday he seems to be struggling with. He says 28 is the point where you round up and now he's practically 30. What a drama king huh? Personally I think he should enjoy his age and appreciate the advantages of it. I mean imagine if he were 9 months old no matter how high he stretched his arms up in the air, they would still never reach the top of his head. Or imagine crying 13 times during one day. The juice is gone-tears. The movie is over- tears. Your baby bear is missing-tears. He's not even recognizing the fact that although his body may be a bit more achy after sports, at least all his parts are porportionate to one another and his emotions are stable. These are things generally overlooked and thus underappreciated by the bulk of us. Plus, when he is actually in his 30's and karaoke comes up in a casual social setting he can say, "Oh yeah, wow, I did that in my 20's", since we did that this weekend on our birthday getaway trip. He had accumulated Marriott points while working with ESD and I decided to surprise him and use them. The girls had a sleepover at a friends house and we got to have a night to ourselves. For free. (I even had movies and pictures of the girls on the camera which I did not watch once. Go me for detaching myself). It was fabulous. Then last night we had a few friends over for cake and ice cream. And he got two tickets to the Avett Brothers concert in April from his parents. I have to go now. I'm fixing large amounts of cow for dinner followed by a back massage and a car wash because he hasn't said who's he taking yet. Pick me, pick me, pick me, pick me, pick me....

And it should be noted that the title of this post has nothing whatsoever to do with wanting to be picked and should in no way be viewed as "sucking up" or "buttering up". Rather, it only depicts my true and sincere feelings for my adorable and amazing husband on his birthday.