It's hard to believe that the first birthday I celebrated with you was 18 years ago, in Galveston, Texas, with a long, fun, romantic dinner at our favorite not-there-anymore spot, Candy's. (I was visiting from NYC and we were still trying each other on for size...)
It seems like just yesterday that we celebrated your 26th birthday in our Santa Barbara love-house, that was almost completely furnitureless so we had a lovely dinner, and cake, picnic-style in the middle of the living room.
It didn't seem like too long ago that we partied it up for your 35th with new but dear Atlanta friends and lots of wine and shiny power tools and that kick-butt cake recipe that I found that has since become a Herbert tradition.
And your 40th is still a new memory, with me as big as a house pregnant with twins and your brother flying in from Miami and that amazing and crazy scavenger hunt and surprise party, the Clicquot flowing, an elegant dinner and the showing of that tear-jerking movie of your life...
It seems like just yesterday that we celebrated your 26th birthday in our Santa Barbara love-house, that was almost completely furnitureless so we had a lovely dinner, and cake, picnic-style in the middle of the living room.
It didn't seem like too long ago that we partied it up for your 35th with new but dear Atlanta friends and lots of wine and shiny power tools and that kick-butt cake recipe that I found that has since become a Herbert tradition.
And your 40th is still a new memory, with me as big as a house pregnant with twins and your brother flying in from Miami and that amazing and crazy scavenger hunt and surprise party, the Clicquot flowing, an elegant dinner and the showing of that tear-jerking movie of your life...
Happy 43 years to you. You are a fantastic person, husband, friend and papa. I'm so glad you are on this planet. And that you chose me as your life-travel partner.
We love you. :)
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