The hubs had a birthday last week, and quite frankly, if you blinked around here, you missed it. At least, that’s what he was hoping for. Why do birthdays have to be less fun and not-so-celebrated as we become a certain age? By the by, we’re both 25, and thanks very much for not prying.

I get it. No one wants to think life is passing them by too quickly, but what better to take a snapshot along the way, make a memory, than to celebrate another year! That’s what I’m thinkin’ anyway. So, I set out to make much of the hubs in the quiet way he’d requested…

By inviting our Fiesta Friday crew out last–you guessed it–Friday. I’ll have to write about them one day. This one act of eating together most Fridays has been such a blessing and highlight of the week. A far cry from merely hitting tequila, though let’s be clear: this crew (Captain Kirk!) can make a MEAN margarita. See, I said I wasn’t going to write about them. I digress, but will give you this festive pic from one of many a Friday gathering. Observe Mac Daddy Davido and Captain Kirk sharing a heartfelt secret:

Grown men sharing their deepest thoughts and secrets. Good times. Good times.

Anywho, back to the hubs. On Saturday, his actual birthday (D-day to him), we took O and Ro out for a birthday brunch at quaint little eatery Puckett’s in Franklin, Tenn. What can I say, it’s tough to take the biscuits and gravy out of a Southern boy. On the way home, Ro threw up something which likened ricotta cheese everywhere in the car, so what’s a birthday boy to do? Clean up the nasty is what. Where was I, you ask? Well, somebody had to wash that puke right out of her hair–name that musical reference!

South Pacific, “Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair”

What can I say? My childhood soundtrack is just an iPod shuffle of Broadway musicals. I just happen to serenade the girls with this song every time they take a dip. Any day now, they’ll start asking me to knock it off. But until then, I’ll sing on!

But it’s not about me, folks! It’s about the hubs. That night, we headed out on a “date night” not at all like Tina Fey and Steve Carell (“I could rally”), and headed to dinner and a movie. Great, low-key night–just what the hubs had ordered. Still, I hadn’t really gotten him a birthday gift per se. Instead, I was going to finish “that painting” he’d been asking for, for oh, well over a year-and-a-half. I’m happy to say that this week, I got ‘er done. Here’s a peak:

It’s a triptych of past, present (shown), and future. A timely topic, considering the birthday boy is on the outs with Time right now, but they’ll kiss and make up. They always do.