For a few brief weeks every year, I am 2 years older than Kevin. Well, not really of course, but our ages are 2 years apart.
And then, to everyone's relief, he turns the next year and I'm back to being only 1 year older again!
So now I am 48 and he is 47.
Interesting factoid. My mother is older than my father, and my paternal grandmother was older than my paternal grandfather. That is probably a little unusual, to have 3 generations where the wife is older than the husband. Not that it is important.
Happy birthday, my wonderful Kevin!
1 comment:
And your cousin Susan is older than her husband Don. I think my grandmother Taft was a bit older than Grandpa, and she didn't like to talk about it!
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