31

Today, my sweet hubster turned 31. He has said in passing that it's a weird age to turn, because now he is officially in his 30's. I know, I know; he was officially in his 30's the day he turned 30- BUT, 30 is really like 20-10...or something.

You know the expression, "Age is just a number?" I feel that that applies to Jordan. His age is fluid. Sure, biologically he is 31, but he has other ages, too.


Some nights, Jordan's age is 75. These are the nights where we sit down to watch a show together at 8:15 pm and he passes out on the couch before the show is even over.

Sometimes, Jordan is 15. This age pops up at any and ALL times that he can say, "That's what she said." Oh, brother.

Sometimes Jordan is 5, like at night when he wakes me up because he's had a nightmare....only instead of dreaming about monsters under the bed, he dreamed about our baby smothered in our bed covers.

Sometimes Jordan is a 60 year old retiree, like how he only wanted golf supplies for his birthday and Christmas.

On Sundays, Jordan is 90 years old because he can be found in the FAMILY HISTORY CENTER. That's his calling! Ha.

In the car, Jordan is a cute 16 year old (though he drives better than a 16 year old), because he always wants to hold his girlfriend's hand while driving.

At work, Jordan is a 25 year old....at least that's what his patients think.

Anytime Jordan shaves his facial hair, Jordan is a 22 year old. Such a baby face.

But usually, he is just an awesome 31 year one year old who provides for his family, adores his baby, and loves his wife. The world's been a little better for the past 31 years. We are lucky to have him.

Happy Birthday, Babe!