It might not look it, but it feels like yesterday, Frank, his parents, and I were gathered around wishing Frank a happy 18th birthday. Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye. Today is my husband's 30th birthday. I'm sure the years will only chug along faster and faster as we age.
Tonight we have dinner plans with his cousin, she wants to try Amore. After reading about it in last week's LLV article, Vegas Values: Chicago-style done right. We'll celebrate with a special birthday dinner later this week or sometime soon. Last I heard, he was torn between Nine at the Palms and Aureole at Mandalay Bay. Either will be a treat.
Happy Birthday, Frank! I love you.