Today my husband turns 27…when he and I met, I was 28. So by his next birthday, he’ll be the age I was when we met…when he called me ‘old.’
This year we get to celebrate his birthday together!
Last year I had a fever and he took my younger brothers and our son out to eat sushi, while I shivered and sweated.
Somehow, we have missed one another’s birthdays the last few years…
gratefully, we have forever to celebrate, year after year.
Happy Birthday Love, welcome to almost old, it isn’t that bad you’ll find.