THIRTY!!!

Today is the day that both Marc and I were born. I can't remember for sure, but we looked it up once, and it seems like I was born around 1:30pm and Marc was born around 3:50pm. Yes, I married a younger man. That two hours and twenty minutes is huge!

We are celebrating the BIG 3-0 this year! How awesome is that?! I'm totally thrilled about the thirties. Seeing as life just keeps getting better and better, I just know really great things lie ahead and I can't wait.

So, anyway, I just wanted to take a moment to spotlight My Sweet One. To be honest, I don't think I understood exactly what I was in for when I agreed to marry him. I mean, I knew it would be good... I just didn't realize how AWESOME life would be with him. Seriously, I have it so good.

Let me start off by saying that over the last month I have thrown up more times than the rest of my life put together. And, when I'm not throwing up, I'm curled up on the couch trying to keep myself from throwing up. As a result, my help around the house with daily things has been greatly limited. Marc has done SO MUCH to help keep us alive. On top of his already busy schedule of work and bishopric duties, he's been doing the grocery shopping, the cooking (or sometimes "warming in the microwave"), the dish-washing, the back-rubbing... and, most wonderful of all? He's been covering my 6am early morning seminary class for me. He has been so wonderful in every way. I am so blessed!!

And, then on top of all of that, the cutest thing happened the other evening. I was in my usual curled position on the couch when the doorbell rang. Marc was in his office working. He answered the door to find three young kids, asking for donations for Little League. Two girls and a younger boy. So, he grabbed the only cash we had on hand and gave it to them. They left and he went back to his office. Well, a few minutes later I hear him rushing out the front screen door. Thirty seconds later he comes in and in the most concerned voice says, "where are the bandaids and neosporin?" I was confused and asked what happened. Well, turns out that all the way from back in his office he could hear someone crying, so he went out to see what was going on. The Little League boy had apparently stabbed himself with a pen and according to Marc, "no one was even helping him." It was SO sweet, as I watched Marc bandage up this little boy. He must have done it just right, because in perfect little boy fashion, the tears immediately stopped the moment the bandaid was in place. I can't wait to watch him naturally assume the role of father. He is going to be so great!

And, I can't talk about Marc without mentioning how HILARIOUS he is. He can be sitting in a room with people aging from 14 to 84 and say something that has everyone laughing. Now, that's talent. He just has a great sense of humor and can turn any tense situation around until people are laughing. It used to frustrate me when I needed to have a good heated discussion about some important topic, and I never could under his charm and wit. I love that about him. Life is never dull with him!

There is so much that I love about him. Like the fact that he is totally fine with the half of a "Mother's Day" carrot cake someone brought over for us yesterday counting as our birthday cake this year. And, that since I don't dare eat out in public right now we'll probably be eating crackers and ginger ale for our special birthday meal.

BUT, I promise that in a couple of weeks (when the vomiting has hopefully stopped) we will have a REAL celebration of our big 30th birthday! I love you, Marc! Happy Birthday!