Three-Oh.

As if we haven’t had enough cause for celebration around here lately, today is my wonderful husband’s 30th birthday.  If you’ve been paying close attention, you might know that this milestone came and went for me over a year ago.  The months between October and March are always a little uncomfortable for me because I am two years older than Trevor for that time rather than just one, so you can imagine how much I *haven’t* enjoyed being in a whole different decade from him.  The last time that happened, when he was 19 and I was 21, he looked like this (what a cutie, huh?).  On my 21st birthday he signed my card “From Trevor, aged 19” (not so cute.)

Trevor aged 19.

But how life has changed since then.  In ten years, he has graduated from college, gotten married, had a couple daughters, moved to a new continent and had a couple more daughters – not many people can say that!  (He was joking yesterday that now that he’s turning thirty it might be time he ought to think about settling down.)

The girls and I are incredibly blessed to have him in our lives, and I thank God daily for his love and commitment to our family.  If it weren’t for the newborn by my side who may or may not decide to stay asleep for a while, I could easily produce a top 30 list of things I am thankful for about him.  Under the circumstances, you’ll just have to take my word for it that he’s pretty amazing.

Trevor aged 29 and 363/365.

We knew it might be tricky this year to do a full blown 30th birthday bash, given that little Junie’s due date was just a day before the big event (although, pretty cool present, right?), but I hope you’ll all join me in wishing him a very happy birthday.

Happy Birthday, Trev.  I love you!