the lobes of my life

Today is hubs' birthday!

So naturally this blog post is going to be an ode to him.

He's a good 4 and a half years older than I am,

and he is quickly approaching the next big 0.

30.

No, he's not 30 yet,

but I've been giving him a hard time.

I haven't necessarily called him old,

I've just been letting him know 

 that I'm glad he will always have to hit the big birthdays a solid number of years before I do.

Which means he will have to use adult diapers before me,

and I will always feel young.

And now it's time to show a cheesy picture of him when he was little.

I want to take a second to point out his lobes.
so juicy.
You might think I'm weird
(I'll understand),
but I'm going to let you in on a little secret.
You know how people ask you
What's the first thing you noticed about him/her?
I've never been able to truthfully answer that question.
I always respond with one of the cliche answers like
his dreamy eyes, his gorgeous smile or his sexy bod.
And while I did notice all of those things,
None of them were what I noticed first.
If I were to answer truthfully,
I would say
his luscious lobes.
I'm pretty sure my truthful answer would cause some terribly awkward situations.
So I avoid it.
I have a thing with earlobes.
As soon as I laid my eyes on his lobes,
I heard angels sing.
I like to rub them when I'm stressed or nervous.

I rub mine, too...

but they aren't as glorious as his.

And they keep getting juicier with age.

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYLER!
I love you (and your lobes) so much!