Well ladies and gents, my fiancé turned a year older this week … which is VERY exciting for me: The one month out of the year where we’re the same age is officially over. For the next 11 months, he can’t call me old. Life is good.
The big day was Thursday, and since he took the day off, why couldn’t I. That’s the great thing about running your own business — you can take birthdays off without feeling the LEAST bit guilty. (The 364 remaining days of the year where you’re working somehow make up for it.)
We woke up around 7:30 a.m. to the sound of a text message — Tommy’s dad sent us a picture of a mama turkey in his backyard with nine (nine!) little turkey babies. FYI, Tommy’s parents live about five minutes away from us, right in the heart of Brookfield. Where these turkeys come from, I’ll never know. It’s like they nest in the middle of North Avenue and go out for dinner at TGI Friday’s. They’re totally domesticated, yet totally wild. They sleep in trees, I hear. And hide out at Brookfield Square over Thanksgiving.
We headed on over to see this crazy turkey octomom-plus-one in person — as we stood in the driveway and watched, Tommy actually called the babies closer with a turkey app on his iPhone. It works, people. iPhones speak to even the wild.
After the turkey gawking, we went to Waupun to do some wedding things … ahhhh, wedding things. I swear on my life it was NOT my idea to do this on his birthday. The man wanted to get stuff done! So, we got stuff done. Flowers, check. Wedding bands, almost check. Tommy’s opinions and attention to details make up for the times when my “give a darn” is busted. We’re a team, people. It works. 🙂
So now is the part where I tell you about this totally amazing dinner and three-tiered birthday cake I made for my guy once we got home from the dreaded flower-shopping. That’s the way all relationships go, right? Wrong. It would take me a whole day to make a delicious birthday meal. Besides, he wanted Fuddruckers. And my car was still jacked up in our driveway, soooo …
On his one day away from the office, in celebration of his 29th year of life … he worked on my car. I guess I needed new brakes, new rotors … basically entirely new stopping-devices to prevent the destruction of any more parents’ neighbors’ garage doors. (If you don’t know that story, you don’t need to … moving right along.)
So he pounded and hammered and sweated and worked. I guess the rotors were a bit rusty after 145,000 miles. Who knew? Thank you, Dear. You are the best fiancé a girl could ever ask for. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Now onto some photos …
Last week, I had the opportunity to meet two of the coolest parents in all of Wauwatosa. 🙂 I have a feeling they do a lot of laughing — within just the hour or two I was there, I couldn’t stop smiling. As Baby Riley snoozed the session away, Dad joked about never letting Grandma out of the basement and Mom smiled down at her tiny little sleeping angel. Dad told me he had written a song about his little Riley Marie on the guitar, and I said I better get invited to the wedding when he plays it on her special day. 🙂 My circle would be complete!
I called her an angel … and seriously, she is.
See?
I see quite a few baby feet … but Riley’s feet were soooo tiny and soooo cute! And big props to Grandma for noticing this cute little angle. 🙂
I wonder what she’s dreaming about … maybe Daddy’s song? 🙂
Love this next shot of Riley and her mom. If you’re not sure whether you want to be photographed with your new little baby … you do, trust me. She’ll never be this tiny again …
I’m headed out for a run … thanks for stopping by!
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