In Which Jeremy Turns Twenty Nine

Today was Jeremy's birthday!

His espresso machine, sadly, is on backorder and has not yet arrived.  But we still had a great day, even if he did have to resort to making coffee in a French Press, which is apparently not up to snuff. 

He slept in this morning, and then spent a good portion of the day sitting on the couch playing video games, which is a perfectly acceptable way to spend a birthday, in my opinion.  Joanna came over again in the evening and Jer and I went out for dinner.  We ended up, of course, at the bookstore and then a local coffee shop, where we spent several happy hours curled up in comfy chairs, sipping our chosen beverages and reading. 

Jeremy is twenty nine today, which hardly seems possible.  We've known each other for ten years now, and we'll have been married for six of those in May.  Twenty-eight was an incredibly tumultuous year for Jer (and the rest of us, for that matter).  I asked him if he felt old now that he was just one year away from thirty.  "Only in my left leg," he said. 

I hope twenty-nine is a little more sedate; he royally deserves it. 

~Jess