Today, my husband is an old man. He’s 30 years old. As I reminded him this morning, I’ll always be younger than him. He then proceeded to remind me that my time was coming.
He was referring to the surprise party I threw for him Friday night. Technically, it was NOT a surprise party. I informed him there would be a cake. I informed him there would be people. What I neglected to inform him included how awesome the cake was and how many people would be arriving.
And he had no idea.
I also served as editor and producer of the film, “Kyle Turns 30: A Story.” I wish I could put it online, but it’s a bit long, and, while I can edit the heck out of some film footage, as I proved Friday night, I barely know how to operate our DVD player. Sooo…yeah, there’s that. ;)
I must say, I hosted a fairly excellent party.
|Catherine pets Vicki|
|Kyle, Catherine, and Charlie|
|BFF Molly and Sarah Kate|
|Molly pets Vicki...or gets ready to pet Vicki =)|
And now I am married to the sweetest 30-year-old I know. Happy birthday to my handsome husband.