You know how life never ends up the way you plan it?
I had no idea that when I met this dude…
(for all us City girls, we’re just pretending it was catch-and-release, m-kay?)
…that he’d be putting a ring on my finger 10 years later.
And chasing around this little rugrat that looks like Momma, but is 100% a mini him.
You can’t buy the kind of Dad who will play with his kids.
Or one who is unafraid to show affection, so that his son always knows where he is safe.
One who has a work ethic that leaves him spent after long days… often falling asleep leaving a comment on one of your blogs :)
(Yes, even on a rooftop, even in profile, even with a tool belt - he has a cute butt)
You can’t train for his particular brand of romance… because it is simply spontaneous and fun… the best kind.
You can’t put a value on the bravery to be part of a True Story Tuesday…
And the oft-bemoaned issue of in-laws? You are truly blessed if your family loves your spouse nearly as much as you do…
(when was the last time you saw your mother and husband go head-to-head in an epic tetherball match?)
And whose own family can’t get enough of him…
So on his birthday… I’m the lucky one.
His parents gave me someone to adore
(can’t you see the love? Mr,. Daddy, his parents and siblings)
Happiest Birthday to my Mister.
As you wish.
Anybody want a peanut?