Just a super quick post to wish The BF (a regular staple here on this blog) a big, fat happy birthday. He’s not really a fan of his birthday but I impose my own love-of-birthdays on him every year and force him to celebrate. I know, I know, it’s preeeetty big of me.
So happy birthday, darling! Thank you for this past year during which you tried snails for the first time, took me to Per Se, waited for an hour in a ridiculously crowded entry way so that we could have date night at a trendy restaurant, and gifted me with the coolest chef’s hat and apron a football-loving-cook could ask for. I am so glad you were born.