46 Spankins

Imagine being married to a 46-year-old man.  I just can't even fathom it.  Who would want that?

I guess I do.

My favorite husband officially turned 46 and we celebrated in a calm way, so as to not upset the delicate balance of an old man's system.  

We watched Kitty's soccer game in the morning, then had a fancy lunch at Jimmy John's, and opened presents later in the day.  We went full-nerd this year with his gifts: a Star Wars desk light, Mandalorian wireless charger, and the movie Dune.  Kitty also made him one of her famous hand-drawn birthday cards.  That might have been the best gift of all.

Kitty and I love our nerd so much that we agreed to watch Dune with him in the evening.  I just want to point out that the movie is over 2 hours long and I hung in there for the entire thing.  And I didn't even complain!  (My mouth was occupied with chomping on mint Oreos the whole time, but still.)

It was a wonderful birthday. Happy 46th to Michael!