Birthday Boy

So Marcus turns 24 today and I decided to be the perfect girlfriend and make him breakfast in bed. Note: I said I decided to BE the perfect girlfriend, not that I actually AM one.

Birthday Boy

The toast was definitely burnt. The eggs were questionable. The coffee was… well, it was coffee. But this man ate every single bite with the biggest smile, telling me it was delicious while our daughter was literally doing gymnastics in my belly. She kept kicking his hand every time he reached over to rub my stomach between bites. I think she was protesting my cooking too. Twenty-four looks good on him though. Even eating my disaster breakfast in his pajamas with bedhead, he’s still the cutest nerd I know. Either this is what love looks like or we’re both losing our minds together. Either way, I’m not complaining.