yesterday my dear turned 32.
he worked all day, and didn't complain. while he was at work, mum and i went in search of the perfect maine sweatshirt, to add to his growing collection of maine gear. his original maine sweatshirt, worn so many hundreds of times by now, is stained and stretched and thinned. very well loved. he has had his eye out for a new one for a long time now, and had described it to me innumerable times. the moose wasn't part of the original description, but he was pleased, put it on right away, and wore it for the whole night.
and after we finished our sweatshirt expedition, i got to work making this totally silly and kind of sad looking cake. nabil's cousin alae had posted birthday wishes on nabil's facebook page with a photo of a soccer cake. how could i not make one of my own? our tongues are green (as much as i would have loved to have colored the frosting naturally, i didn't think spinach or kale flavor would work--any suggestions for the future?), and the cake turned out a bit overdone, but of course we managed to eat some anyway.
my babe is 32. he was 23 when we met; the numbers now reversed. it's been a good nine years of knowing you, dear. looking forward to the many more.