People are always amazed that I am older than Jack. It’s always assumed he’s older than me. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I look younger than I am? That’s the story I’m sticking to at least.

I’m exactly 1.5 years older than him. Six months out of the year it’s kind of like I’m two years older.. and he likes to rub that in. I turned 30 before him and 35 before him. He takes great joy in rubbing it in that he still had years to go before he reached the 30 and 35 milestones. Even if it was only 1.5 years, the fact that “years” is plural even by half a year is enough for him.

But today isn’t about me or how old I am. Nope, it’s all about Jack. Today he turns a year older. Ha! *pfffft* No more “you’ve got years on me” for you, mister!

Er… I mean Happy Birthday my wonderful husband. I hope you’re having a super awesome day!