BEST DAY EVER! {Happy Birthday Travis}

Happy 30th Birthday to my husband, Travis.

It’s hard to pin down exactly what thirty looks like. I’m not even sure what I’d imagined being picturesque.

This morning when the beauties and I rolled out of bed, half dressed and barely awake, and slugged our way to the vehicle, got in and then followed Travis’ truck down the road…

I kept thinking to myself, is this thirty? (and then I thought, where is my coffee!?!?!)

When all five of us fell out of the vehicle, yawning and mostly complaining, Travis (awake and dressed for work) held the door with a smile as we trekked into Krispy Kreme.

After we ordered, scooted two tables together (and everyone was shot awake by the sound of ‘nails on chalkboard’ as the table legs challenged the floor), and got everyone seated (along with 24 fights as to who got the closest seat next to Travis), I still wondered is this thirty?

It wasn’t until I stood, heightened to take in the scene of our family, our daughters gathered around Travis that I realized how beautiful 30 is. Cementing further what a privilege it is to age.

Even though the life we’ve made together is loud and chaotic, I stood there, wrapped in a moment without sound. I was motionless, watching as Travis looked up at me and grinned—a small pull at the corners of his mouth that said, “I love my life…”

The smile on his face crawled all the way up into his eyes, giving them a mesmerizing glow.

In return, I couldn’t help but dive for the cheesiest grin ever to give back to him.


Travis is happiness, because he’s mastered how to choose to seek it on a constant.

Better, he leads others to happiness.


Even when all four, okay five women in his life are complaining, inhaling doughnuts (which means stealing his birthday ones), talking about going back home to go back to sleep (and he has to go into work)…he is there, smiling and kissing me and each one of our daughter’s heads, telling us to have the best day and we all leave sugar drunk in love with him.

No matter what decade of his life we’re living–30’s, 40’s, 70’s…I know he will make it fun and it will be the picture it’s always meant to be—happiness, joy, and delight.

God Bless this man of mine.

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Now, I’ve got to get off this computer and start decorating for the most epic of epic 30th birthday bashes tonight!!! #RAD

Loves,

—Sarah

Author: Sarah Black

I'm a self-professed 'Drama Mama'...of four daughters, I blog to (over)share my stories on learning to maintain my sanity by strictly eating laughter in the emotional land of motherhood while trying to keep my husband from running away from the sheer amount of estrogen flooding our house.

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