To My Luva....

Brit has taken a backseat to Lyla since she has been born. I can see in his eyes the jealousy everytime we stay in bed all day and make out. Or when we sing Endless Love to eachother. (He wants to sing the Lionel Ritchie part I just know it.) Or when I tickle her and nibble on her ears. She even gets to sleep right next to me under my mama bird wing.

I love her perfectly round bald head and her breath that smells like sweet milk and her neck that smells like stinky cheese. Oh wait this is about Brit....

Happy Birthday!!

to the most

white food fearin'

toe crossin'

lawn mowin'

british voice singin'

bad shoes judgin'

"I don't eat a whole lot of candy" sayin'

poopey diaper changin'

shoulder shaker dancin'

slurpee is the same as a smoothie thinkin'

door to door sellin'

toilet fixin'

late sleepin'

pretty green eyes havin'

on the potty readin'

dirty text sendin'

mint chip isn't the same as chocolate chip mint fightin'

babe around!

For my love on his 35 years on this earth. You are the Absolute Best...

husband, father, brother, son,son-in-law, assistant (to the) scout master, friend we could ever ask for!!

I Love You , wildcat!