Steve's only birthday picture...

...but we're all here and accounted for .

On his 35th birthday, I just have a few questions:

Steve, where in the world did you come from? 

And, how did you find me?

How do you do it all?

Am I supporting you enough in all your busy endeavors?

Are you overwhelmed supporting me in mine?

Do you still like my bangs? 

How did we get here?  (You know, mid-thirties and five kids.)

Is it okay that I will never make you liver and onions on your birthday even though you always ask for it?

I know you're (sorta) joking about it, but I think you really would like it.  I just can't stomach it.

Are you ready for another 35 years?

Most likely I will still be blogging then, in 2046,

and I will still be taking birthday pictures.

Or just documenting with holograms, either one.

Happy Birthday to my favorite person ever, anywhere.