Mark officially feels older this year. It's hilarious being married to a marketing guy. He's bummed because he has to move up a segment on the age categories. You know when you fill out a survey that asks for your age? He's now in the 35-44 category. My response? "Get over it, pup!" Seriously, though, I feel so blessed to be able to celebrate his birthdays with him for the rest of his life.
(if the "cake" looks a bit odd, that's because it's a cobbler, not a cake)