I love our traditions. Especially ones that have evolved out of spontaneity, and just stuck.
My husband’s Birthday was yesterday, and he insists on being called “Birthdayman” every year. It makes me giggle.
The girls make him a crown and we go outside and take some funny photos.
Always one with him lifting our girls. Every year, I think that this might be the last year for that tradition, he surprises me and does it again!
We eat a sweet. Or two.
I give him handmade boxers. Every year. He loves them.
This year I shook things up by giving him some superhero underwear. Oh yes I did. THOR.
It was a good day.
Happy Birthday, Birthdayman. We love you.