Birthday Boy

Most years on Jerry's birthday in February, I'd try to bake a cake - I don't remember if I ever even attempted to surprise him with one, since that's hard to do when you work together, come home together and are generally at home mostly at the same time!  One year, though, I ordered a cake for him from the Black Hound, a bakery we'd passed and oogled on 2nd Avenue in Manhattan - now that, I think, was a surprise.  Earlyish in our marriage, I'm guessing, based, again, on the aviator glasses, but I don't know the exact year.

ETA: Entire left thumb - so this is prior to 2004.