This guy turned forty. Folks, I understand that hearing a stranger talk about how much in love she is with her husband is boring, but that knowledge will not keep me from doing it. I already nauseated everyone who's friends with me on Facebook, though, so to avoid doubling up on those who visit both pages, I'll just say this: thank the universe (and his mother!) for his birth. Thank him for asking me if he could carry my Velvet Elvis to my locker that last day of eleventh grade before Christmas Break. Thank him for calling and for asking me out and for asking me to marry him. Thank me for having the good sense to say yes. Just thanks. Thanks so very much for this good, good man, this delicious life, this big love. Thanks so very much for
love, right?
I've still got a bit of thirties left, but man, he's making forty look good. I shall fear not! :-)
(Lots of art/craft goodness coming up. Wait for it!)
8 comments:
Neither boring nor nauseating. It's lovely. Do you still have the Elvis?
No--oh, how I wish I did!
That is one cute guy! I love that you shared this, and I am toasting your good fortune! Happy Birthday and Happy everything!
sweet post.
Thanks, ladies!
oh, happy belated to the other M. Crowe!!! handsome devil, you know, for an OLDER man! ;-) I adore that you love him ad nauseam. It's definitely to be celebrated, not hidden. there are enough women out there rolling their eyes at their husbands....
SIGH. we MUST catch up one of these days.... why did I have THREE children, again? ;-) SO MUCH LAUNDRY!!!!
Thanks, E. And I miss you! It's me who owes you a letter, though. I better get on it!
He's loooooking goooood !
All the best to you both....
lovin your blog !
Hugs
Chris Richards
xx
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