Yes, this is the last year before he’s over the hill. He’s 29 today.
Happy birthday to the best husband and father ever!
Robin
Happy Birthday Doors!
Happy birthday, dude. I can’t think of anyone cooler to share one with.
(Okay, I’m fibbing just a bit but cheers regardless.)
Wow, if only we had a bunch of serving staff ready to gather around and sing to you…
Happy Birthday, Dave!
Happy Birthday, Airman!
MsRobyn, what will you be doing for this momentous event?
Last night, at the Philly Doper dinner, the waitstaff at the restaurant sang to him. Tonight, we’re going to his mother’s house to have his favorite dinner.
Next year, though, I’m pulling out all the stops.
Robin
Happy Birthday!! 
Happy birthday to a good sport!
He took the singing waitstaff in stride, with barely a grimace.
Happy Birthday, Airman! Have a Great Air Force Day!
Happy Birthday, Dude! Stay bent. 
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Yep. I’m getting older. And what’s worse is I can feel it happening. Ten years ago I could stay up for a week with very little problem. Now, between 12-hour guard shifts and school, doing my studying for promotion, trying to get in shape, and somehow trying to spend time with my wife and son on occasion, I am one burnt out Airman.
Oh, well. So be it. Next stop is 30, only one year away. Next thing I know I’ll be a Chief Master Sergeant, 55 years old, and an empty nester.
Thanks for the good wishes, everyone. It’s always appreciated.
Happy birthday, Airman. Don’t worry, 30 ain’t so bad.