Yesterday someone asked Jared how old he's turning and he couldn't remember. I don't think that's a good sign. And so begins our serious aging. Last weekend when we went to St. George, Jared turned to me and said "well, we've officially had our 'old people' vacation." Meaning, we dragged our kids around in the car driving, stopping to get out and look at the view, driving, stopping to see another view, driving, stopping for lunch, and driving some more. Jared even said to the kids "take off your headphones so you can enjoy the beautiful scenery."
Getting older isn't as avoidable as we once imagined. Sure, we figured we'd age chronologically, but I think in the back of our minds we were certain we weren't EVER going to say and do the exact same things our parents said and did. But here we are, being our very own parents. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, depending on the parent.
Just kidding. We do love our parents. All of them.
But back to Jared's birthday, he's getting older, he's getting wiser, and he's become a husband I wouldn't trade anything in the world for and a father who our kids adore (and not just because he bribes them with candy when I say they shouldn't have any).
You are a wonderful husband, father, and my best friend. Happy Birthday! Love you!!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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