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!