Today my sweet, funny, caring, unbelievably unique and undoubtedly Liverpudlian, husband turns 30.
Yep. He's the big three-oh.
The first official 'grown up' milestone birthday.
I remember when we met, Way back when everyone thought it was cool to air drum to Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes. Way back when he couldn't grow a beard. Way back when he was just my cute 18 year old guitar player with dirty blonde curly hair and nothing but Led Zeppelin t-shirts.
Man, how time flies when you're having fun. Making memories. Growing up together.
Happy 30th birthday, baby. Thank you for letting us share it with you.