Happy Birthday Hubs.

Today this hottie turned....well, a year older than last year. In honor of his birthday the boys wanted to make him a pie. Pumkin pie. So we did. He wanted mexican food for supper, so I made my famous enchiladas. His supper consisted of enchiladas and pumpkin pie. Interesting combo for sure!

To sum this man up in one word is easy. Hot. Frustrating. AMAZING. Okay. That's it, he's amazing. 

He is the man that I had dreamed of since the age of 6. Is that when you start pretending to get married?

His head isn't currently shaved. Although, it is still bald. But, that's okay, cause he's a dreamboat.

He loves to have fun with the kids. (That's Porter by the way, about a millions years ago. Tom still has that shirt. Uhhh....he may have a problem with getting rid of things...but that's okay 'cause he's a fantastic man.)

He's a guys guy. (That's him in the brown shirt and his brother behind him.) Although, he doesn't participate in Fantasy Football and stare at ESPN every chance he gets. Instead he looks up Dream Home Source....yeah. We like to dream about that stuff. Go check it out. He's a dork. But that's okay, 'cause he's funny too.

He helps me with projects that I want to do, but he doesn't. Because well, he loves me. And he's the best. And, I've said it before, look at that tush. Sometimes I just like to stare at his ummm...tush. Okay,you can stop.

He helps with the kids a ton. And even does the dishes. 


He is my rock. He keeps me grounded, he keeps my dreams in check and he is the man of my dreams. I could have married a man that doesn't wear socks with holes in them to the airport, remembers to put the toilet seat down, and doesn't forget to turn in his expense reports, but what fun would that be? 


I love you babe. You probably won't read this (ummm...maybe you should start!). Happy Birthday. You rock.