So Clay is a little freaked out today...not only is he 30 (i'm 2 years younger by the way) but he is already worried about Paige wearing thongs and lacy bras (don't ask). All I did was pull out a sock and show him how cute it was and he started rubbing his forehead (as he does when he is seriously thinking about something) and chugging his birthday beer. (a huge Foster's!) So Happy Birthday Daddy/Hubby...we love you...you are one of the hardest working, most ambitious, loving, caring, respectful men I know. I am lucky to know you and most of all, lucky to be married to you! We love you!
