Happy birthday to my wonderful, handsome, hilarious, loving, handy, super-fun husband, Jeff.
He loves everything I cook (at least pretends to), always makes me smile, and is always there when I need him.
I'm so happy to celebrate another birthday with you and I'm looking forward to many many more. I love you (or in our secret dork language - I wuv you watts and watts of buff buff lay holes and thunderbolts and lightening).
Jeff after he peed his pants. Kidding!
It was an unfortunate (but funny) accident involving rain and folding chairs.
The frame we ended up with because we're too stupid to operate a photo booth.