I am thankful for August 20th. It marks a magnificent day in history. The day of my husband's birth. It's kind of crazy to think of what I was doing every year on August 20th before I met him.
I reminded him today that I was actually 6 months old when he was born. Which means I was sitting up, eating baby food, playing with toys, smiling, laughing, etc. etc.
And he was just a little newborn blob.
I was light years ahead of him. Somewhere along the way he caught up with me, I guess. :)
Is it weird that I want to just pick up my little baby husband, squeeze his little baby cheeks, and kiss him to pieces like I do with Lael??
Yeah. Okay. It might be a little weird.
Happy Birthday, Trey. I love you to the moon and back, more than all of the grains of sand on the beach, and more than all the leaves that fall in our yard year round.
And that's A LOT.