Happy Birthday Honey!

Today is my dear husband's 30th birthday. Yes, I know, I'm robbing the cradle. I'm not sorry.

So many things I can say about him. I thought of a list of 30 things I love about him, but with his self-confidence on that list I don't want to turn him into Egoboy any more than he already is. So, I scrapped that idea.

A tribute in photos may be more fitting.

I love him for his intensity. He is passionate about everything in life. Including the Vikings. We went to a game in Houston a few years ago.

He loves to hunt and he looks good in camo.

He loves his kids and is a father to his step-son better than most men are to any of their children, biological or not. He coached this little bugger's soccer team for six years or so.

He loves his mini-me tremendously and imparts not shortage of sports stats, science facts and history.

With his daughter, he is already worrying about her chastity and fighting off the boys.

On top of it all, he's downright handsome. I love that butt.

He does love to look at the ladies, so this one is just for him:

I've cashed in a favor and am taking him a swanky luxury condo for the night (for free!) and out to play at Gameworks, then to dinner and some friends are coming over for drinks after that. Should be fun!

Happy 30th Birthday sweets. I love you.