Happy 31st birthday! I can't even contemplate how old you are (but at least I can spell the word contemplate). Some of my favorite things to do with you are: walk to school together, hang upside down by my ankles while Momma shoots you dirty looks, and read books before I go to sleep. I love when you sing Paul Simon's "St. Judy's Comet" and I laugh at the part that goes "'Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep/Well it makes your famous daddy look so dumb." I love that part. And then you rub my back and I go right to sleep without making a peep.
I helped Momma post some of these pictures on the blog to prove that even though this was technically "your day," all events still in fact revolved around me.