He’s Forty-Seven Years Away from A Hundred

Or maybe it would sound better just to say, “Steve is fifty-three.”

At any rate, Steve’s birthday is today, which is why I’ve been away from the computer so much. I am happy to report that today is my second day since surgery when I have not had to lie down for a mid-day nap. Instead, I went and got my hair cut and then spent a couple hours meandering in and out of stores looking for gifts for Steve. I cooked him dinner and then he opened gifts and we had his birthday cake.

Actually, it wasn’t a home made cake because I’m making that cake for a party we’re having tomorrow night with a few people invited. Tonight I just had a store bought cake; however, I was especially excited because the particular store I went in just happened to carry a kind of cake I hardly ever see--tiramisu!

Steve loves tiramisu and I have never been successful at making it so I was quite delighted to see some just waiting for me to come in and snatch it up.

Before the cake was brought in, Steve had to don The Hat.

And then he clapped his hands along to enhance the merriment of the moment.

Here is a fine example of Sarah’s gift wrapping; instead of curling ribbon, she used curled wrapping paper and made a bow out of it!

I bought the car wrapping paper at a thrift store several months ago and have saved it all this time, just for Steve’s birthday.

It was so nice that Nathan got to be home for Steve’s actual birthday; that made it extra special. The two guys just left to see a movie together; Sarah and I will stay home and read and ponder life. And think profound thoughts. And, um, eat chocolate. And also go to bed early to make up for my nap-less day.

In closing, here are a few favorite pictures of my favorite man in the entire world. When I say that Steve is a wonderful husband, I mean that in every sense of the word. I don’t know of many women on this planet who are treated as well as I am—I’m pretty well spoiled. And I’m pretty well happy about that!

With Nathan.

In college. Kind of rowdy looking, wasn’t he? He didn’t look much different than

this when I first met him. (As a sheltered, 17-year old preacher’s daughter.)

Less rowdy looking. Steve loved the Scouts earned his Eagle Scout award at age 13.

Not sure what year this was—I think college somewhere. I really dig the turquoise jewelry.

Jan. 2, 1982. I’m so thankful that I was the lucky lady who became Mrs. Steve Smith

Happy birthday, honey!