31 Years

I thought about writing a really sappy love letter to my husband on his birthday but after bragging about him a bit last week, I don’t want him to start thinking he means that much to me. I mean, we haven’t been together for 13 years because we simply love each other. That’s crap you only see on movies.

There’s so much more that makes me grateful for him – his ability to remember every damn argument we’ve ever had, his naturally long eyelashes that he masterfully bats at me to get his way, the fact that even when I’m fuming mad he can make me laugh so hard I cry which in turn makes me even more mad, his inability to find any pair of socks – ever, and the list goes on and on. But I’ll just leave it with some of my favorite photos over the years.

 

Happy Birthday Alfred.

Here’s to hoping that next year on your birthday Lillie wakes you up with a pleasant, soft “Happy Birthday” instead of a loud and overbearing, “BOO!”