My precious, loving, adoring, helpful, Godly, sensitive, hard-working, sexy, even-keeled, romantic, outdoorsy, pretty damned perfect husband turns 46 years old today! Happy Birthday to the Love of My Life!!! And you know the coolest part of the whole thing? Unlike me, he wasn’t looking for a big party or a lot of hoopla, an expensive dinner or surprise gift. He just wanted to go away with me (okay, and his dog that has major gas problems!) to the cabin in Breckenridge for five nights! No plans. Just the two (okay, sort of three) of us hanging together, working around the cabin, walking around downtown, shopping a little in Silverthorne, watching movies, and anything else that might cross his mind (if you know what I mean - I know, TMI!).

Thank You, God, for giving me the man of my little girl dreams - not the kind of man that I thought I would have to settle for as I got older, but the man who put the silver slipper on my foot (and rarely steps on it!). And thank you, Rowland, for wanting to be with just me (and the farting dog) as you celebrate another year!!!