Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby...

My sweetie's birthday was yesterday. I asked Steven if he wanted a party this year, but he decided he just wanted to keep it small and quiet and in the family this year. We celebrated by grilling some AMAZINGLY delicious steaks and vegetable kebabs. (I actually ate the veggie kebabs with delight--that’s right--me--eating veggies with a smile!) Steven is the most incredible grill-master on the planet, and if you’re ever lucky enough to taste his wares, you’ll agree.

Steven SPECIFICALLY asked for a Betty Crocker Fun-Fetti cake with cream cheese icing. As I was mixing up the batter, I thought to myself, “Hey, why don’t I bake ALL our birthday cakes? It’s so much cheaper!” Well, this is why I don’t:
The finished product didn’t quite turn out like the picture in my head. *Sigh…at least it tasted good! (Did you notice how the candles are sliding off the left side? I obviously need to take a class).

This is Steven in all his birthday glory
This is Steven after I made a “gettin’ old” joke. (Just kidding)
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. I absolutely love this man. Not only do I love (and genuinely LIKE) him, but I think he’s incredible. He keeps me laughing all the time, and he works so hard to take care of our family. Our kids are right in thinking he’s the most amazing dad of all time. The joy-filled belly-laughs I hear when he plays with them testify to how crazy they are about him.

But most of all, (besides being funny, smart and talented,) he’s kind. This isn’t always a valued attribute among men nowadays, but my husband is one of the kindest, nicest guys I know. When he’s not making me snort milk out my nose, he’s making me sigh, “Awwwwwww.” I love you, Devil.