Thirty and Settling In

Marcus turned thirty today and we celebrated the only way we know how - with a slightly lopsided homemade cake and Sophie’s artistic interpretation of “Happy Birthday Daddy” in purple crayon.

Thirty and Settling In

The kitchen still looks like we’re running a very inefficient storage facility, but priorities, people. Cake first, unpacking later.

Thirty looks good on him, even if he spent the morning muttering about his back while assembling our new dining room chairs. Sophie made him a card that features what I think is supposed to be our family but looks more like abstract art, and Theo contributed by trying to eat the wrapping paper. We’re really bringing our A-game here.

I told him welcome to thirty, his hairline and metabolism both sent their regrets. He laughed, which means he’s handling it better than I will when my turn comes. The man ages like fine wine while I’m over here frantically researching eye creams. But hey, at least I can still make a decent chocolate cake from a box mix. Some skills never fade.