Don't you just want to squeeze those cheeks? When the kids see their father's baby pictures, they call him Baby Daddy.
Today, H is 33-years-old. For the next five months, he gets to be older than I. His big plans for the day: building our second bookcase. I told him we could go out to dinner to celebrate, but that seems more like a present for me. I'm thinking we'll have Chili and Cornbread Dumplings.
Happy Birthday, H!