Nate turned 33 this week. To him, it was no big deal, of course. It is frustrating being married to Nate, because he is a man who prefers not to receive gifts. (Unless you come bearing the gift of a brand new shotgun...oh well) So, I decided years ago that if I wasn't going to buy him guns and such, I would just make him yummy treats instead. Ben and I took Nate out to lunch at Wendy's, and brought him his favorite treat-homemade white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. Then, we made him a birthday dinner feast fit for only the most awesome of dads--homemade breadsticks, fettuccine alfredo, and yummy salad. Then we stuck a candle in a coconut cream pie and called it good. We all ate ourselves silly on Nate's birthday!