March 10

My brief annual tenure as a Sugar Mama concluded today as Adam joined me at age 47.

He had to work since he's a grown up and all, but I think he had a nice day. His team sent him a silly Happy Birthday video starring Weird Al, and Abby and I brought him a truly enormous Dr Pepper (per his request -- he may never ask me for a really big soda ever again) and a cheesesteak for lunch.

Then this evening, we headed over to Cattlemen's for dinner, and after we finished our food, the servers handed him a cowboy hat (which he plunked down on his own head) and sang a rollicking happy birthday song. He then amused us by refusing to blow out his candle; he ate all around it until it finally fell into the small amount of ice cream that still remained in the bottom of the dish.

Back at home, he opened presents, and then we closed out the festivities with some yellow cake with lemon frosting baked by yours truly.

This guy right here is an exceptional man. I probably don't tell him that nearly as often as I should, but it's the truth. He's intelligent and kind and thoughtful, and he's a great father and husband, too. We all hit the jackpot with him, and I am so thankful to have him as my partner in this life. Happy birthday, hunny! I love you.