Today is the birthday of the love of my life and best friend. He's my rock, my strength, my always-there back-up through all times, good and not-so-good. Solid. Never wavering. Forever with an idea of how to work it out and make it better.
It might seem to the outside world that I'm the one who takes care of him (these intellectual types always have a little trouble finding the butter in the refrig and knowing when it's time to put on a clean pair of jeans) but without his presence in my life, I'm the one who would be non-functioning.
I sure am glad he was born 67 years ago today. There's nothing I'd rather be doing than sharing this day and every other day of the year with him.
Happy Birthday, Honey!
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