Today, my husband turned thirty-three.

We had a pretty calm day here: church, donuts, grocery shopping, lunch, nap, putting up a Christmas tree, bread making, dinner, birthday cake and then this photo.   A boy with ketchup on his face, a girl who doesn’t feel well and the best husband anyone could ever, ever, ever ask for.

I’m not sure why he chose to place a ring on MY finger, but my God, I’m so glad he did.

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Because then we also have this:

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Birthdays or not, everyday is a good day.

Some days just include cake.

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