I love him... but you all know that.
So would you all Please do me a solid and leave a comment on here just for Mr. Matthew Taylor Wilson, Esquire (sounds more distinguished when I give him a title).
You can tell him anything you want... like, the fact that you've always admired his calves or how he MUST be the smartest man alive for he chose to marry such an incredible winner of a wife. Anything your heart desires... as long as it's nice of course.
In essence... YOU'LL be writing his birthday post for me. But in the name of good blogging etiquette (is there such a thing?) I'll finish with some oldies but goodies...
sorry about the craptastic quality. These are pictures of pictures. The lazy man's scanner, if you will.
awwww....!!! I know, he's making me baby hungry.
My little Warrior. And his super short shorts.
T's sort of a "Jack of All Trades". He's just good at everything he tries.
Even good at showing off those thighs.
(sorry, babe, these were too cute to pass up though!)
At the Farm with Adam and some mutt.
I'm not gonna say it, I not gonna say it...
ok.
I will.
Nice Shorts, Boys.
hahahah!!!!
moving on...
I do believe that High School Me:
Would have totally been into High School You:
But I'm sure High School You would have been all,
"No. You're way too spastic for me... besides I'm too busy being cool, aloof, chill and generally too awesome for you. Oh and I've got to concentrate on my THIGHS"
hahahaha!!! Oh Honey, you make this too easy!
Fine. A normal one.
You were/are one hot buster.
And I'm so happy you were born 29 years ago.
Happy Birthday, T.
