Tomorrow is Jeff's birthday, and he will officially turn old. As old as me, in fact. My yearly recurring three week dalliance with a younger man is once again coming to its end. He's still pretty cute, see?
It will also mark one year since we brought Maria home from the NICU. You might think I'm over the feeling of relief about that particular bit of unpleasantness being behind us, but nope, I'm still feeling it.
Yep. I am really, really glad that's over.
Jeff has requested that in honor of his birthday we eat breakfast food all day. So tomorrow, after our pancake and bacon dinner, there will be pictures of Jeff in the birthday hat!