last monday james finally joined me in the 30's club. crazy! now we're just two old people trying to do this adult thing. not really, thirty really isn't old. is it? we celebrated that night at pizza pie cafe with my parents and sister and ate ourselves sick. before bedtime, the girls and i sang happy birthday to him and he blew out his candles.
he never makes a big deal out of his birthday. ever.
i gave him his birthday present early so he didn't open presents on his bday, and i felt bad. but he really doesn't care about that stuff. he's happiest being with those he loves. quality time is one of his love languages big time. i love him for that.
the rest of the week we found any excuse to continue to celebrate him. i stayed up with him and watched movies of his choice, we met him for lunch at red robin so he could get a free birthday burger, and luckily byu won that weekend. he's such a good dad and handles living with all girls very well. he goes along with all of my silly crazy ideas and would literally do anything for me if he knew it was important to me.
we love this guy and we feel so lucky he's ours!