Gray hairs, torn muscles, cracking knees. What do all these things have in common? They are all topics that my dear, sweet, husband frequently refers to now that he is a whopping 34 years old. Don't let him fool you, though, he is actually quite the spring chicken ... hiking up a storm on his favorite trails, running for miles at a local track, coaching the boys' energetic basketball team. I hear, after sitting out last season (admittedly with a torn hamstring), he may even be signing up for church ball this year. Who knows? We have yet to see. One thing's for sure, though, for this loyal husband and devoted father of five extremely adorable children (not that I'm biased), year 34 is going to be a great one. Happy 34th birthday!
Coolest dad in the world.
Better hurry and open your presents, Kev, before Brooks beats you to them! 
Fly-tying kit. How cool is that!
Fly-tying kit. How cool is that!
Coolest dad in the world.
I think the five fingers represent how excited he already is for next year's 35th b-day.
You sure you can blow out ALL those candles alone, Hon?
Ohhhh, So sweet. Did I happen to mention what an incredible father he is.
You really are amazing, sweetie. Hope this next year is the best one yet!
Ohhhh, So sweet. Did I happen to mention what an incredible father he is.
You really are amazing, sweetie. Hope this next year is the best one yet!
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