Today, the joyous occasion is in honor of my much beloved husband who–much to his chagrin–is 29 years old today. He refused to let me bake him a cake, he doesn’t want a party and in general wants to pretend April 1st is not happening. I love him far too much to let this day pass without a schmoopy, sappy, public note devoted to the celebration of his birth. Because, of course, he couldn’t be my husband if he’d never been born.

So happy birthday my love, it’s happening whether you want it to or not! And remember, from now until June 4th, you can tell people you’re three years older than me. It won’t really be true, but I love you enough to play along.