Birthdays and Other Excitement.

I met Mike on September 11th, 2004 - eleven days after his twenty-fourth birthday.

On his twenty-fifth birthday, I fixed him a stir-fry dinner picnic in the basement of my house in college. I made him a scrapbook and told him I loved him for the first time (in the middle of fight. But still.)

On his twenty-sixth birthday, I visited him in Denver where he was doing a year of service. We camped and hiked and laughed about the fact that his mom thought he was turning twenty five.

On his twenty-seventh birthday, we had been married for less than three weeks and I gave him Killer Brownies, two pints of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and a six-pack of Magic Hat beer.

On his twenty-eighth birthday, we stayed in a posh hotel and explored our new home town.

On his twenty-ninth birthday, we went to Ann Arbor, I gave him an iMac and a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream cake.

On his thirtieth birthday, we'll welcome our first child.

I'd say this might be his best birthday gift yet.