Saturday, December 03, 2011


I will not let it get me down.

Today is my dearest husband's 43rd birthday.

No, I did not get up and make him breakfast in bed. I did not make him coffee.

I chose to do what I know he loves most...sleep in.

He's snoring behind me right now.

I will wait until tonight to begin his birthday festivities.

In the meantime, it's raining.

But like I said. I will not let it get me down. I will tackle the monstrous pile of laundry and brave the messy living room.

I will fight the fur balls that are taking over the house from my 2 shedding dogs.

I will save the bedroom for last since the birthday boy is sleeping in.

Why do I do this?

Because I adore his almost totally grey hair.

We laugh together when he stands up and his bones creak.

I lovingly massage the BenGay into his sore muscles because he's not the young man he used to be.

Yes, he's changed quite a bit from the young, dark haired, adventurous soul I married many years ago.

But I'll be forever incredibly, stupendously, head-over-heals in love with him.

Why? Because he brings sunshine into my gloomy, rainy Saturday mornings.

Happy Birthday, My One True Love!