My husband turned 29 last Monday.
One year shy of 30. Tell me, HOW did that happen (not literally)?!
It was a good day. Breakfast, Griffith Park Observatory, dinner at Daisy Mint with good friends, and cake where the “Happy Birthday” song was much more of a dirge than it was happy. Maybe we were all really tired? Or maybe it was the 5 guys singing the tune, while I laughed at how miserable it sounded.
Either way, I spent the day feeling prodigiously grateful for Nate.
I’d look at him and wonder at my good fortune of being a part of his life. At the time of the “yes(es)” and “I do’s,” I don’t think I realized just how much he would deepen my experience of life and growing up. Nate is a remarkable person, who both inspires me and drives me crazy, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Happy birthday, Love.