Yesterday was my husband, Clay's birthday. He turned 47. I used to say that he "robbed the cradle," because I always felt so much younger than him, but now that I'm pushing 40, it doesn't feel the same. We are still 7.5 years apart in age, but the older you get, the less age difference matters. Unless you are the oldest in the group... which lately, has been more and more frequent for me. I don't know how I feel about that.
But anyway: ~~~HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAY~~~! I love you!