Today is my husband’s 31st birthday. Luckily, I am not yet 30, so he gets to be a man in his thirties with a hot, young twenty-something wife (for one more year at least!). We started dating when he was the ripe old age of 17, so this is my 14th time to celebrate the occasion of his birth.
Jonathan half-seriously says that on someone’s birthday, it’s that person’s mother who should really be celebrated, so usually he congratulates his mom on all the hard work it took to bring him into the world. (Just one of the many, many reasons I love him!)
I took the kids to pick out his birthday card, and I had read several to Ryan that he had rejected. After reading three or four that Ryan didn’t want, I asked:
“Ryan, why don’t you like these?”
He replied: “Because! I want one that says, ‘Happy Birthday Daddy. I love to wrestle with you. You are the best wrestler in the world. You are the best dad too. I love you.'”
Happy Birthday LittlePastor!