Yesterday was my the love of my lifes 52nd Birthday. I am so proud of him and the man that he has become and I made him promise me at midnight on the 28th just before the 29th came around that he would promise to spend the next 52 years with me. You will be glad to know he did. And he asked the same of me. I agreed, now I want to take my agreement back, because as of today, he is 2 years older than I am, and I dont want to spend 2 years or even shorter without him in my life. We have grown up together in the almost 30 years ago we met, and well how we met is another story, I still get a smile in my heart when I see him across the hall, or in the next chair to me, or when I hear his little car drive up the driveway after he has been at work, or to the store, or anywhere for that matter. He is my world. Next to my Moma, he is my best friend. He knows me in ways I never knew myself and has opened my world to so many things I never experienced, such as the Symphony; the Literature Classics; good, I mean really good food and music and sometimes, yes, a little glass of wine. He has shown me things out of this world that I would have never seen without him, such as the Milky Way, and I dont mean the candybar. He taught me that eating broccoli and cabbage are good things, and that living a simpler life is ALWAYS the better way, and that eating at a table instead of a TV is good; sharing meals with family is always a treat; to love your family is a blessing bestowed on everyone but only appreciated by a few; and that a gallon of milk doesnt last a whole day or night, and is always better when mixed with cold buttermilk. (The jury is still out on that one.) And one of the best and most adoring things my husband has taught me is that we will get through it. We will handle it. We may not be able to afford a vacation or a summer home or a winter home or a cruise around the world, but we have a relationship built on love and trust and sometimes just being home with the animals and the comforts of home are worth so much. So today, one day after his birthday, I want to tell him in print and in public, something that I think he needs to know.........
Your lunch is ready and on the second shelf of the refrigerator. Your uniform is hanging in the doorway, Sunday night is Taco night, so if you have something else you want for dinner, let me know before 6 and if you dont get me at home, then either leave a message or call back cause I am either outside, gone to Mamas, or
yep, gone to get milk.
I think we need a cow.