36!

Today is Jackson's 36th birthday. He will tell anyone who will listen that his getting older bothers me far more than it bothers him. I say it is because I don't want him to die on me. I actually had a bit of a meltdown yesterday about it because the thought of living without him is just awful. See? Tied somewhere in that meltdown was deep, deep love.

Anyway, he's feeling better than ever. I had to work this morning so he and MacKenzie took over a 4 mile run. MacKenzie said that if he ever tried to make her do a death-march like that on a day other than his birthday she would bite him. HA! ;) Yesterday he felt so good that he raced a cheetah.

Man vs. cheetah

Please notice how unimpressed and disinterested the cheetah looks. Hilarious.

Honestly, I love that Jackson will "race cheetahs" at the zoo and doesn't take himself too seriously. We have so much fun and he is generally up for anything. He had a great time playing with Alex and I maintain it is because they share a zest for fun. I cannot imagine going through life with anyone else.

Happy birthday, Jackson. You are the love of my life. Here's to reaching your 100th birthday together (note: I promise to be a spry 92 year old!)! I love you!



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