That’s the age Jeff will have to live to, if he still wants to consider his life “less than a quarter of the way over.”
That’s my convoluted way of saying…he’s 26 today.
2-6. Which is more than 2-5,which is what he was yesterday. And it’s WAYYYYY more than 2-3, which is what I am. Yeah, I married an older man. Which I think makes me a trophy wife. Or something.
He’s the best husband I could ever, ever ask for.
(October 2005, first picture I ever took of him with our first digital camera – the first bit joint purchase)
He’s incredibly sweet…
(A couple summers ago, in our second Kirksville apartment)
Nerdy beyond belief….
(touring a cave in Arkansas, March 2006)
And smart as a whip….
(college graduation, December 2007)
And he’s even got a special look…
…one which I’m very familiar with…
…which says “Katie you’re ridiculous but I love you anyway.”
And you know what? I love him too. More than anything in the world.
Happy birthday to the very best husband in the entire world! I love you more than a million 🙂