Happy Birthday Hubby!

So the husband turned twenty-one again today, we’ve had dinner out, a night out, dinner with the in-laws and a trip to the swimming baths followed by shopping with the kids to celebrate. I don’t know about Paul but I certainly enjoyed myself!

After a fun-filled weekend I have to say I am utterly exhausted and cannot wait to strip off, lay back in the bath then get into warm, fluffy towels before getting into my jim-jams and heading to bed. I think Paul is also feeling pretty worse for wear too. He was up till late then woke early and following a busy days swimming and shopping he’s been inundated with family and friends delivering gifts.

Bless, he’s been spoilt rotten and rightly so because he’s worth it! That’s right ladies, it’s not just us gals that can rock the Loreal slogan. Paul is every bit as worth it if not more so in my eyes.

Evidently I need to start taking more photos of my hubby as this is one of the half-decent images of my hunky hubby that I could fish out from our photo history.

Paul may be getting older as we are all becoming, he may have a few grey hairs beginning to show and he may have swapped his oversized skater pants for regular jeans but I still love the pants any pair of pants to be precise off him. He’s my rock, my hero, my lateral thinking, my calm in the storm, my best friend, my lover and most importantly, my soul mate.

Happy Birthday babe, I love you to infinity and beyond xxx