As usual I’m a day (or three) late (and probably a dollar or three short also, however that is an entirely different post…), but I’m pretty sure the Hubby wouldn’t love me as much if I was on time and organized.
Or something like that.
Anyways, back to Tuesday. Tuesday we marked the passing of another year for my dear Hubby.
And while he is now staring directly down the barrel at 30, he has handled the passing of time quite gracefully.
To quote the Hubby himself, I am very lucky to have such a young looking husband.
But in all seriousness, I am thankful to have had another year with him.
Although no marriage or person is perfect, we are perfectly imperfect together, and I cannot imagine my life without him.
Though I try sometimes.
I’d miss you.
But really, this guy is a wonderful father, a fantastic provider, and puts up with us (read: mostly me…), so that’s gotta be worth something.
So Happy Birthday dear Hubby.
May you continue to look as young as you think you are.