Not my typical blog content, but as I prep to celebrate my Husband's 29th Birthday I can't help but think of all that I love about him. He is about as manly as they come. Most assuredly a viking born a few eras too late—sans full beard that he desperately prays will grow someday. My complimentary opposite in many many ways. Below is the invite I whipped up for this weekend, showing you for kicks.
I do truly love every inch of his modern viking/zombie killing/irish fighting/gentlemanly self.
Have a stellar weekend, friends!