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28 years ago you hopped onto this wonderful circus. it's your birthday, and the only thing i can think is: it's been a whole 'nother year!? and then that sort of thing just boggles my mind. four seasons, a whole earth turn...

i'm telling you a secret: tyler, this time next year we'll be married and i'll be 8 months pregnant! you don't believe me?? it's okay, i don't believe it either!"

i'll always associate your birthday with those wonderful and uncharacteristic sunny days that get a few flowers to show their petals and the tree branches are covered with the small leaf buds just waiting to turn the landscape green again. this is a picture of us, just one year ago. we drank a green drink to celebrate your birth and give health to your 27 year old body, out of respect. ;) you drank carrot juice this morning in the same fashion, celebrating life.

here you are this very morning, a good sport as i camera ambush you.

there is an amazing sunrise heralding your birth, and i am so happy i was able to wake up next to you.

you and your little niece. let me just say that as a woman, pregnant with your baby, this picture just makes me feel pretty cozy.

merry says she has a sailor suit for lincoln. ;) i think you were just born sweet.

this was once what kept us so busy, the logistics of a wedding. now it's just memories. goodness, we'll have a lot of memories.

maybe one of my favorite pictures of you. we're perfect for each other: you were just as ridiculously bored as i was when it came time to register for stuff.  don't worry, there are other examples of why we're perfect for each other. this isn't the only one. i promise.

i should be writing you a poem, or something, that's how much i love you. how cool is it that we're "us?"

all mellowness, and harmonious. considerate of his fellow men.

progress is his middle name.

all i want to do is post cheesy youtube videos, so barry manilow can tell you how far we've come, or karen carpenter can wish you merry christmas for me, darling. or at least tell you how much respect i have for aquarians, or your love for people who walk down the street with their senegal parrots on their shoulders.

blue dog jam, i love you, birthday boy. life is ours and this might be the weakest use of words around to describe how i feel, but, gee willikers, it's pretty cool you're alive. :)

and now, if you don't mind, it's time we party.  

"now let's cut the stupid cake because i know the fat guy's gonna have a heart attack if we don't eat again soon..."  (shrug.) -robbie hart.