Happy Birthday, Hubby!

Tomorrow is Mike's birthday! He is turning the ripe old age of 32.

Wait. Is that right?

Yeah, he's 32. I think?

We seriously got into a debate the other night about old we were. I actually had to break out a calculator - no joke. We determined that I am 31, and he is - now - 32. We are getting old when we can't even remember our ages...

Anyway, it's his birthday. And I have shared a few pictures of him in the past - but when I saw this adorable picture, I knew I had to post it.  I asked him the other day, "Mike, who do you see in this picture??" And he said, "Gray-baby!!" Yes indeed.

I didn't really know Mike in high school. I knew who he was of course, and I thought he was super cute but that was the extent of it. Here he is at his Eagle scout ceremony.

Fast forward a number of years. I snapped this picture of him at his brother's wedding. Such a hunk!

Always the supportive hubby, he came to many of my baby monitoring sessions at the hospital before Grayson was born. He made the nurses laugh quite a bit with his funny stories and comments. Like telling the one nurse that I was afraid of heights and that she needed to take down a balloon picture from the ceiling that they used as a birthing focal point. She believed him.

In the past year, Mike became a daddy. An amazing, fantastic, fun-loving daddy. There is just something about seeing your hubby as a daddy to your baby. Be still my heart.

One of my favorite pictures of him.

Happy Birthday to my best friend, my husband, the most gorgeous man in the world, the funniest guy I know, the only person who can just say one word and fill me with encouragement and hope, the most persistent and patient person ever.

Grayson and I love you so so much!