hayyyyy, birthday boy!

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as often as i joke or complain about my husband, i seriously adore him.

i love him for many reasons, not the least of which is that he tolerates me calling him horseface.  he's a good sport, both literally and figuratively, and manages the ridiculously high estrogen levels beneath this roof like a champ.  i could go on and on but don't want to get too sappy.  that's not how we roll.  {obvs}

so . . . happy birthday, horseface!

big thanks for being the best partner and daddy these gals could ever ask for.  i am ecstatic you were born.

now i'm off to bake the "funfetti" cake that the girls picked out.

yikes.  i have to admit, it compliments the spanish disney princess balloon P chose blatantly for herself,  quite well.

xoxo