I know, he's cute, right? This is the sixth of Hugh's birthday celebrations that we've shared. Here's what the other five looked like:
22! And tiny baby Henry!
22! And tiny baby Henry! 
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26! I love birthdays. I love to celebrate. And I love Hugh. So today is basically Cassie's Perfect Storm. There will be cake and balloons and a lunch date and presents and a homemade dinner and a special bourbon cocktail (which, not coincidentally, equals Hugh's Perfect Storm). And, let's be honest, we already started celebrating Hugh's day of birth last weekend with an overnight getaway and some really delicious food. I'll be back with all the details later this week.
In the meantime, let me just say that I so grateful I sat beside Hugh in our honor's seminar six years ago. And that I made him fall in love with me (in, as he likes to say, five minutes). He is smart and handsome, witty and hilarious (like really, really hilarious), thoughtful and compassionate, driven and honest and really good at everything, and the best conversationalist ever. Talking to him is my single favorite thing to do. Honestly, being Hugh's person makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Back and back,
Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby Boy! I am as excited about your 27th birthday as I was about your birth 27 years ago. Have a great birthday celebration and a perfect next year.
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Happy birthday to Hugh! Seeing those old pictures makes me sad that you're no longer in that apartment. Move back. We need some Friday night dinners.
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