when your basically 30 year old husband willingly wears the shiny, silly dollar store hat you brought with you to dinner at lulu’s, and up and down the city streets, i think that’s when you know he’s the one. or at the very least, a gem to not only put up with your knack for ridiculousness in public, but to (more-or-less) happily go along with it.
y’know, i was on the fence initially, but now i think i will keep him.
happy birthday, you.
little joys 