When the kids are gone for the night, it’s my birthday, and I put on my favorite jean dress-

there’s nothing left to do but (attempt) to take some pictures.

You know, to document that we are actually a couple, we are still in love or something like that…

not just mom and dad.

Of course, Josh loves making it hard on me.

It’s practically impossible to get him seriously smiling (is that an oxymoron?).

At least we have fun trying…