My precious, dear lover is the very best God created. He certainly is the most handsome human being walking the earth. This is evident when I find beer cans on the porch table and his power tools laying in the middle of the living room floor. Who can get mad at a face like he has? This benefit certainly works to his advantage.
Lover is the foundation of what is good in the world. He had already raised a family and took on the young children accompanying me on the blissful journey we created. He not only raised my sons – he made them his sons by adoption. Lover taught them to be pick-up truck driving, walk with a Texas swagger, swing a hammer, load the dishwasher, hold the door open, tell the truth – “honest real men”. We are so proud of all of our children.
We got married 21 years ago. I didn’t see the need to get married but it was very important to Lover. His faith is not worn on his sleeve or exclaimed on a bumper sticker. It is the keystone of his character. I knew I was going to live with him and by his side for the rest of my life. He was 42 years old on our wedding day and I was 36. We thought we were half way over the hill at that point in time. It was actually a new spin which accomplished more than most dream of in an entire lifetime. I told him the only way I would marry him is if he would let me go the day we turn 89 and a half – on the same day. He will be held to that promise.
We moved recently and I found photos of our new life together. It was a testament of the magic he innovated into our lives. I remember thinking it was going to be so phenomenal making memories together – it has been more than phenomenal.
Today, my wonderful husband is sixty-four years old. He is the air I breathe and the sun on my face. He has given me the ocean, family and the reason to live on this earth. Don’t forget the Camaro Z, too! Lover is tenacious, persistent and let’s add stubborn. He built the confidence in us to always climb higher. When I think it can’t get any better, he makes it happen. My heart still beats madly when I see his truck in the driveway when I arrive home. He is my home.
Happy Birthday, Lover
I Love you xxx
“ When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door, Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I’m sixty-four?
You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?…”