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Happy 30th...

Matt turned 30 on February 18.  He is so not into his birthday.  (It's been an adjustment for him being married to me since I celebrate birthday week.  And I expect hope to be celebrated!)  We agreed that since we're moving we'd conserve money and not do anything.  Well, you know I couldn't handle that!  We had a small celebration after he returned late that afternoon from a softball tournament.  I was super excited and wanted him to get pumped.  Not so much, but whatever!

Happy birthday Puchacho!  (For those who don't know, that's my nickname for him.  Don't ask.)  I love you!

Lyla picked out "Love You Forever" for her daddy.  
Have you read it?  I can't get through it without crying.  

My hubby takes baths.  Lots of baths.  And he's proud of it.

Alright, alright, enough with the birthday stuff.  
Softball stats are calling.  

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