Happy (belated) birthday, Dave!

It's Dave's 29th (plus one day) birthday, and since I haven't gotten him anything yet his gift is still in the works I should at least dedicate a blog post to him!

We aren't much for public, mushy cheeseballness, so how about a short snapshot to commemorate the birthday of my love.

(June 1983)

It kind of reminds me of this kid:

I think they're both pretty cute.


For Dave's birthday dinner, we had a very not-special noodle stir fry thing.  While Dave was in the other room talking to his sister on the phone, I celebrated with dessert!  (I'm sorry Dave, the ice cream was calling me, saying: "Dave would want you to eat dessert now!")  Don't worry, I left some for him. 

And that, my friends, is how you celebrate the birthday of a man who doesn't like birthday celebration hoopla.  It's all very exciting. I love you, Dave.  I'm glad you were born SO long ago. :)

By the way, we are headed to our first Astros game with MG this week!  Hopefully we will remember a camera to capture this milestone.  If not, I'll just do the old stealing of the Papa Jon's photos as usual.