thirty-two and handsome.

the thirties are looking mighty fine on the husband. i'm adoring his laugh lines and grey hairs that doubled when our baby girl was born. and i'll always be that creepy wife that sneaks a peek; of him napping peacefully, lifting weights on the back patio, stepping outta the shower (TMI!)... luckily he's fond of my creepy tendencies (and i'm positive one of the reasons he married me). 

he's thirty-two today and handsome as ever. my favorite person. drives me nuts. makes me belly laugh. opens my doors. makes my coffee with triple cream and sugar. holds down the fort (i still suffer wildly from baby-brain). butters me up. fills our home with witty banter and rough housing, and continues to be my every-day dream boat.  

he keeps this family on our toes and full of kisses (forced in henry's case). is never too busy to horse around or tuck us in. and is the very best snuggler there is. 

happy day my dear, we love the heck outta you.