My husband is a saint.
It’s his 28th birthday today and I have planned absolutely nothing. His gift is currently gestating (shut up, we are broke). For dinner his best friend offered to take him out, so I didn’t even plan that. Win. I’m also sitting here in the least sexy outfit ever (it’s cold!) after throwing up loudly.
Luckiest man alive I tell you.
We started dating when were like 12. Ok, no, we just look 12, he's 19 in this picture and I'm 17. I had great style at 17. Really.
We graduated from college.
We got married that one time.
You stole a small child's scooter from my cousin.
You graduated from law school (and a cameo appearance by Mr. Big Pants just for Sam!)
There was that time you got decapitated...wait, that didn't actually happen. You two are weird.
Happy birthday to my favorite (and only) husband!
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