30

This weekend we celebrated my man's 30th birthday in style at the family cabin in Cle Elum. He invited his cousins and wives to celebrate with us. It was stated by THE man to be the best birthday he can remember, which I'm over the moon about because as they say, "The best laid plans..."
We all know that planning and details are not my forte, but in retrospect I'm thankful I put the work in for him because I hope he felt special and loved which he so is.
Some things to remember:
The cake pop and champagne toasts.
Sweet, sincere friends who are also family.
Nine's goldies.
Games and Rasta Mon.
Singalongs.
Shooting.
Drinks.
Dancing.
The happiest boy band ever.
Buck.
Last call.
Too many cooks in the kitchen, except for the REAL cook micromanaging from his throne.
The Finger (the Johnny Cash painting presented to Ty and Joe's maimed hand).
And the birthday boy himself who by all accounts had himself a REAL good time.
We love you, LTG, and you are like a fine wine; you only get better with age...