Scott turns 33 today.

He's been saying, on occasion, that he's going to be "32," to which I gleefully remind him that, no, he's an entire year older than that, a move that I have to admit endears me to him to no end.

I commented to my girlfriends over the weekend that the person I fell in love with and the person I am with now are two different people. He says the same about me, too. It's easy to love someone before you learn what a gigantic pain-in-the-ass he or she is. But the big picture view of me and Scott is - and I've said this before, I know - there is no one else on earth for whom I'd do the heavy lifting that comes with making a relationship work.

He's just the best friend I've ever had and I knew it from the moment I met him that he'd change my life.

Tonight I'm taking him out for burgers to show my appreciation for all that he does. I can't think of any better way to let him know I love him than with beef, bacon and cheese. And by posting this terribly dorky picture of the two of us from September, when we were sharing a platter of crabs during a trip to Virginia for a wedding. Bibs! Butter! Love! We have it all.

Happy birthday, B!

Posted by Erin at 11:15 AM | filed under: Odds and ends