Yesterday was my amazingly handsome husband's birthday. I like to stretch birthdays out for as long as possible, so it is perfect that I am just getting around to blogging about it today (birthday's not over, Kev, until it is blogged about). In fact, we started celebrating the night before his birthday at Kev's favorite Nashville restaurant, PM.
Since Kevan and I have been dating, I have always wrapped his presents for any occasion in brown kraft paper and then I decorate the packages with sharpie. This year, Merit helped decorate her present for him. I couldn't break tradition and give her a measly crayon, so I was brave and let her use an actual sharpie.
We love you, Kevan. I hope your birthday was indeed happy. I know I had fun celebrating you. Five years ago, you asked me to marry you on your birthday. I'm forever grateful that 21-year-old Kevan made that choice, and I am humbled and honored that your choice was me!