Tyce is thirty one today. Thirty one! Last year he was like, "whatever, thirty's not so old," while this year he told me his age is seeming more difficult to accept. It may be because last year he hadn't actually endured an entire year of little to no sleep, insane work+school hours, a demanding toddler, and a wife that always has "just one more thing" to say before letting him sleep.
So, Happy Birthday Tyce, the love of my life! Let's party!