So yeah, I turned 32 on November 16. No biggie.
A thrilling birthday for me is dinner with my family. And a clean house. Gentlemen, you want to know what your wives want more than anything? A Clean House. Clean sheets, clean floors, clean. While my children wipe snot on me and I pick up “ickies” from the floor and I investigate mysterious little weird things my kids find, I still appreciate a clean environment. Frank, well done.
This past birthday got me thinking – what does 10 years look like in pictures? Sure, and duh, my life has changed in 10 years. Husband, kids, work, etc, etc. But when you look what the presidency does to dudes in four years, I wondered what happened in 10. So, brace yourself, here we go:
Not sure what is going on here, but this is from 2002. This is what I looked like in college. Tired. Messy. Collegiate. Someone get me a brush, a Diet Coke and eye make-up remover, STAT>].
Frank and I attending a wedding. The Bright Wedding. July 13, 2002, I believe. I could be wrong. Maybe the 16? Who knows. This was our first “nice” couple picture. Frank would be the first to point out to everyone that he had hair when we started dating. Apparently pro-longed exposure to Emily either results in losing your hair or moving to Oregon.
Frank still had hair.
Some time in the summer of 2004. That same weekend I lost my most favorite wedge sandals. Woe is me. I will never forget. (Seriously, they were awesome, neutral sandals. They were amazing. Elongated my legs, comfortable to wear, and, swear to you, they could’ve brought world peace. Instead? GONE.)
Seriously, from this ENTIRE 10 Year High School Reunion Season onward, Frank did NOT take a single normal picture. This is the best I have. Here you go, world. 2008. Can’t go back…
Also, 2009. Vegas. That’s us, wild as ever. After this picture was taken: OPTION A) Frank swam the canals and I ate all of the gelato in Venice (Las Vegas). We were arrested and asked to leave Vegas and never return. OR… B) after this picture was taken, we ate all we cared to enjoy at a buffet dinner and fell asleep by 10 p.m. Choose your own adventure. Go.
Yeah, that’s me and my bay-bays. Sure, it’s not the best pic. But who cares? And who has time to find a good pic? Shhh. Enjoy the babyness before you. Soak it in. Drink it up. Bay-bays. Well, really, tahd-lers.
So yeah, I’m older. If I live long enough, that’s bound to happen. Aging is a privilege.
Thirty-two. I dig it.