Last Year of the 20s

Today was hubber's birthday.  For the next six months he can't go on about how I'm older than he is.  Just wait until I turn the big 3-0 in a few months.  I will never hear the end of it.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Today it was 29.  We were low key.  He opened his presents, I made him one of his favorite meals (chicken a'la genoa, green beans and mashed potatoes).  I also made him one of his favorite "cakes"... dirt cake.  It's Oreos.  Get it?

Of course when I started singing "Happy Birthday" (Hudson's favorite song) he lit up like a Christmas tree (Hudson, not Casey)

and applauded at the end.

I'm a really good singer.

Friday we leave for his parent's cabin in the North Georgia Mountains with some friends for some further celebration (minus kiddos).  Happy Birthday Babe!