quarter of a century

Today, the hottie with the red solo cup up there turns 25. I was going to post one thing I love about him for every year lived, but then I remembered that no one in the world would want to read that list except for Dylan and I. Some things are just not meant for blogs. 

So instead I'll just say this: Happy birthday, baby!! 25 years lived, 4 of the best already behind us, and 100 more to go. I love you to the moon and back.