In honor of my amazing, talented, hilarious, handsome, wonderful, giving, loving Hubby’s dirty thirtieth birthday, I’d like to show this little collection of photos…

Before this happened…

There were these two kids, on the night they met, at a Halloween party (right after the church service they played together)…

They were together a lot after that…

And I mean a lot…

Until one day, he proposed for real…

Practiced getting married…

And really did it…

Then we bought a house…

Shaved his head for children’s cancer…

Went to this bar, our favorite bar, for 90 days in a row… three times…

And then we got pregnant and had this sweet gal…

I watched him become the most amazing dad…

And then we did that a time or two more…

With a few breaks for being awesome in between…

All in all, I wouldn’t do life any differently or with anyone else. Hubby’s my rock. He’s my personal chef, my confidant, my treasured friend, my only lover, my companion, my “I need to tag out!” or “I can’t do this alone!” rescuer. He is my everything, and I can’t wait to spend the next thirty years with him. 30 looks good on you, babe. Happy birthday.