Trevor turned 32 years old yesterday. (I am so glad I'm still a young 31 year old) When we woke up this morning I asked him how he slept now that he's so old and he replied "Terribly. I could feel my prostate enlarging all night long." (Is that totally inappropriate? I'm not sure exactly what a prostate is or even what it does...I thought it was really funny though.)
As of right now, him and the boys are out in the shed putting together a place for our chicks to stay. I can't stand the smell in the laundry room any longer. And I think it's starting to seep throughout the whole house. My homemade febreeze isn't even working to mask the smell any more. So since they're taking care of that I have a few minutes to dedicate a blog post to my hardworking cowboy.
We had a great day yesterday celebrating Trevor. Josh and I went to Idaho Falls to buy him some presents and to take him a soda and a pink cookie. He came home and we wished him many Happy Birthdays, opened presents, ate Fish and Chips (nachos tonight) and Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Crazy cake (my own invention~which was a hit~ we both had a piece this morning after our green scrambled eggs, green biscuits, and bacon breakfast. By the way...Happy st. patricks day- the silliest holiday ever. No offense to the Irish)
I thought this was a great picture because everyone is smiling.
And happy looking.
And I like this picture because Trevor's in it.
And because I think we're great together.
We finished the night by just being together. We tried watching a movie around 10:30 but kept falling asleep. So we called it a night and went to bed.
It was lovely.
I think it's a pretty good sign when you get older and you can't imagine any one you would rather spend time with than the person you married. That's how I feel about Trevor.
He's a lot like peanut butter.
He makes everything better.