Happy Birthday, husband!

  Today my man turns thirty-one. He may moan and groan at the thought of becoming older each year, but I know that he is still a big kid at heart and eagerly anticipates his birthday celebration (almost) as much as Christmas.

We're keeping it a bit low key this year, but plenty of good things are in store. No giant slab cakes like on his twenty-seventh birthday, though (pictured above).

Here's to the man who stole my heart without even realizing it; I love you more every day. Happy birthday, Patricio!