We’ve spent every birthday together since before I was old enough to drive.
If you’re keeping track, that’s 19 years.
Today’s celebration included a homemade cake baked in our tiny European oven (that randomly quits working and then magically repairs itself), our chubby baby boy and our little girl wearing a tap dance costume, tiara and a cape.
Happy birthday to my best friend.
Here’s to many, many more.
I love our little family and I love being a parent (and a foreigner) with you.