
So this is the morning of my bebe's 30th birthday, which was yesterday!!! He really wanted to open his presents before church, and yes, we were a bit late. When asked what I got him for his birthday, I know it would have been more exciting to say skydiving, or a scenic plane ride, or a day motorcycle rental, but all I say is - underwear. I've had some funny faces after that response, wondering if the gift is risque, "sacred-type," or just plain boring. Well, he wanted some new long underwear for skiing, so that's what I got him. He also got a tent, some socks, a book, candy, and some "Just for Men" hair dye from one of his friends. Maybe it was boring, but ... what can you do? He has been looking into getting a motorcycle for some time now, and I figured that once he gets one, its purpose will be three-fold: it will sow his wild 30-year-old oats, it will count for an exciting 30-year-old present, and it will scare the socks off me everytime he rides it. Happy Birthday Bebe!

Look at those blazing candles!!! We had a fun gathering to celebrate the lofty occasion. Oh yeah, it was good times. It was sort of like getting into a crowded elevator with some extra perks - as in food. Steve wanted an ice cream cake, so that's what he got. It was really good, but it was also a lot of work.

Ethan and I (the party planners) managed to get in a photo with the main man. Babes, here's to you! May the next 30 years be even more glorious! XOXO