robbing the cradle

Ice Cream Cake

Gwen stopping Morgan from blowing out the candles

Gwen blowing out the candles

Gwen eating the cake

That's what I did. I robbed the cradle. I married a boy. I married a guy 2 years younger than me. I married a 21 year old boy! But today, that little boy turned 27. Oh, he's old now. The thought that I turn 30 next year, and he only turns 28 drives me crazy. The fact that he's younger than my little brother, and I'm older than his older brother makes me cringe. But, today on his birthday, I'll try to overcome our differences, and help him celebrate his coming of age. Oh, how he's grown. I remember when he was just a skinny little 21 year old. Just old enough to buy his own alcohol. :D

Today on his birthday, I made him some raspberry jam (his favorite...even though if I really made it his favorite way I would have pick each and every tiny seed out. He'll have to suffer), wrapped a couple of presents (a game called Pit, and a new airplane (he flies big fancy remote control airplanes, he's awesome, and you all want to know him)). Tonight we're going to a movie (Son of Rambow - that's really how it's spelled, I'm not just stupid), and then going out to dinner (Texas Road House - we ate there on Saturday with Morgs cousin Sharon, and her husband Nate. Morgan didn't get enough.) After, we'll go to my parents for some cake, and Gwen will attempt to sing Happy Birthday, and make us relight the candles over and over again. I love you Morgie. Happy Birthday!

I guess I should mention the fact that Morgan shares his birthday with Matt. They are identical twins. Matt is 8 minutes older. Their mother carried them past her due date, and each weighed over 8 pounds. I don't know how she did it. They probably fought the whole time they were in the belly, because they are always fighting now. They make up one second later. Back to being best friends...and worst enemies. Happy birthday to you too Matt. Just remember, I'll always be #1.