Happy Belated 35th Birthday Hubs!!!

Sunday was Matt's birthday. We were all sick and worse, Matt spent over half of the beautiful sunny day outside in the woods and weeds, sinus infection and all, trying to figure out where our lot line was to ensure that the new well which was just drilled wasn't on the neighboring property. In the end, he couldn't even get that done because the thingamagiggy machine batteries were dead. Needless to say, he was a bit disappointed and dejected. I was really stinking sick but I wasn't about to let a birthday go unnoticed, especially since Gabby LIVES for birthdays. So....the Nielsen's came over, Matt stopped what he was doing, or trying to do, and "the boys" mowed our lawn. Butch always comes through for stuff like that. I managed to get to the store with Gabs and Analise and we picked out some prizes for Daddy from the kids and of course, a cake.

We scraped together a nice little picnic and the daddys came in for supper. After supper we sang Happy Birthday to the tune of the musical birthday candle on the cake (Gabby and Analise picked it out).


I was working on the dishes and politely asking Matt not to turn his new CD up too loudly (okay, nagging at him) when he turned on the music. I quickly changed my tune when I looked over into the teeeeny tiny living room of mine to see this:






We listened to every song on that CD and danced, danced, danced.
Little Mariela even fell asleep on Uncle Matt.











The kids had so much fun just being kids and the adults had even more fun watching the kids and being kids themselves.
































I always tease Matt about the fact that he thinks he's at least 30 years older than he is. I guess he considers himself an old soul. But the truth is, to me he's stronger, more handsome, he works harder (if that's possible) and is just plain better than ever. Here's to you my Hubs, Happy Birthday, you'll always be the 25 year old I first fell in love with.