Smith Family Weblog

Today is Bryan’s 36th birthday. Some of us began celebrations quite early this morning, which explains the little tantrum below…

The girls and I did a bit of shopping to prepare on Saturday. Bryan’s sort of hard to buy for—he rarely admits to wanting anything, and he insists you not spent too much. So, we gathered an assortment of his favorite things: cool socks (constellations, and a pair that says “Bad Ass” with an arrow pointing up–Ava suggested these were more appropriate for the weekend than for work),  a gift card to the record store, assorted beers, his favorite fancy soaps (really!), and a few other little things that hopefully remind him how much we love him.

The girls and I talked a lot about him while we were out and about. They absolutely adore him, and not just because he’s so easily charmed. He’s funny and attentive, and he’s warm and kind. He always gives them the benefit of the doubt, and perhaps most importantly, he wants to be sure they have a whole lot of fun.

Owen loves his dad so much I think it might make my heart burst.  He runs to the door when he hears the garage, hollers “My Daddy!” when I give Bryan a hug, and calls him “buddy.” They snuggle up on the couch and snooze together when Owen wakes up at night. They might be best friends.

Bryan’s had a hell of a year at work, with more good things to come. The “Bad Ass” socks are truly fitting—this guy is owning it. He’s flying all over the country (hopefully something that comes easier to him with every trip), and he doesn’t miss a beat at home. He’s on top of it all in a very big way.

I am incredibly proud of him.