Today Shawn is in his mid-thirties. I, however, am still in my early thirties.
He is 34. I am 33.
For a few short weeks we are the same age, then May 31st rolls around and he is a year older than me again.
And that's how I like it.
When we were 17 and he turned 18, I had endless fun teasing him about dating a younger woman.
When he turned 21 and I was still 20, I joked about how he had to be the responsible one and I was still under age.
Now, he is in his mid-thirties and I am in my early thirties.
But the best part is that none of that matters at all. Because I am just happy to have him. He is the best Husband, Father, Friend, Brother, Son anyone could ask for and I get to spend every day of my life with him.
Even when he looks like this.
Because I know we will always be like this.
A happy little family having a lifetime of adventures together.
Love you Shawn. I know you don't like to make a big deal out of your birthday but you are kind of a big deal to us.