All the cool kids are born in September, obviously. Our month-long celebration continued with Matt's 28th birthday last week. Sadly, both Jake and I were sick that day so it didn't get to be the party that I had originally planned but Matt was such a trooper about it -- making his own cake and everything, poor guy. We'll make up for it. And hey, he still got spoiled in the present department so it must have been an alright birthday in the end. Golf gear, a brand new iPhone, and the cutest baby in the world. What more could a man want?
I loved being able to sing "Happy birthday, dear Daddy." It was one of those sweet little "We're really a family!" moments. Years ago, my sister asked Matt when he wanted kids and he responded that he really hoped it could happen before he turned 28. Jake made that dream come true with 13 days to spare.