Someone is old!

Some people dread it. Some fear it. Still others simply ignore it, hoping that it might go away. Greg, on the other hand, is a man of a different stripe. When I commented a few days ago that this was a Big Year for him, he just kind of looked at me. "Well, you are turning 30 this week." "Oh. Right." So. Apparently, it's just another birthday. Perhaps I'll have a crisis for him or something but I'm glad that he's not concerned. (Kidding.) (About me having a crisis.) Anyway, today is The Big Day, so Happy Birthday to my favorite 30 year-old! You get better looking every year (as I know, my love, you will agree), and I adore you more each day that we're together.



Playing in French dirt (just as fun as German and American, as it turns out!)

I promise that I really will put together pics from our trip soon, but I've been so busy...