On Sunday, Troy turned older.
It probably didn’t go down as the most memorable birthday ever, considering he had to attend a 6:30am church meeting and a bunch more meetings spread throughout the day. To top it all off, he was asked to sing a solo in church (which was kind of my fault to begin with). He did a great job, but being nervous all morning until the performance was over wasn’t his favorite way to celebrate. And the boys and I barely made it through the solo because we were all really sick.
I tried to make it up to him by baking some fall-off-the-bone ribs (a definite first), a gazillion homemade rolls, and a cake (that he termed “dainty”). He has never really been a fan of birthdays anyway, and clearly, another year older did not equate to more maturity.
Yep, he was the one who was chucking throw pillows at me while I was brushing my teeth last night.
I’m so glad he’s still young and fun.