This day, 27 years ago, the love of my life entered the world as a tiny little baboo.
Last year, we celebrate with a massage, a bad ass tour of the White House and best of all (JK only sort of) getting our wedding photos.
Two years ago we celebrated at MB’s least favorite restaurant in the world.
Four years ago we celebrated in Pittsburgh.
And this year, we’ll celebrate on separate coasts.
I’m so lucky that he was born, that we found our way to each other and that he continues, year after glorious year, to put up with my shenanigans.
MB – happy birthday. I love you so much. Have a wonderful day. Here’s to many many more.