Jeff is 23 today.
I'm still not used to calling him husband. I love it, but it makes me feel all grown up every time I say it.
He is my favorite person in the universe. I'm very lucky to call him husband. Even if he thinks I'm silly for getting more excited about his birthday than he is.
We share a birthday week, but this day is especially his. I woke up with him (while still dark out) and made him breakfast and a smoothie. More celebrating tonight.