The man in my life turns twenty-seven today. Twenty-seven years of awesome, as I like to say. If you're a regular reader of my blog, it's no secret how much he means to me. He's handsome, caring, and most of the time he's smarter than me. He's also an awesome dad. I wish I could have rung it in with him today better than I did, but we've reserved Saturday for that, where I'm going to spoil him rotten. That's what birthdays are for!
This is going to be a shorter than usual entry--either Ender is getting sick, or getting more teeth!