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.
Because then we also have this:
Birthdays or not, everyday is a good day.
Some days just include cake.