Romance

June 29th is Stuart's birthday.

He is finally 53.

 

 

I am 2 months older and he likes to remind me of the fact.

In honor of his birthday

 I am sharing one of my favorite stories ...

starring him.

He is a romantic.

He brings me wild flowers and leaves them on the table

for  me to find.
I often wake to find notes tucked in my coffee cup

or by my coffee pot.

He calls several times a day

to just say "hey and I love you."

He is a good man.

I decided to push for a little romance one day.

I asked him

"if you could go back in time what day would you go to?"

Now I expected his answer to be...

"oh the day we married"...

or "the day we had our first baby and became a family"

or even better

 " the first time I laid eyes on you" 

(actually gagging a little here on that one).

What I got was...

"I would go back to senior year,

the night we played Vandalia in football

blah blah blah yada yada yada"

I zoned out.

But seriously???

HS football.

I have left such an impact.

Apparently so has the birth of his children.

(However, I was sporting a pretty sweet cheer skirt that night...

so I'll give him that)

Happy Birthday Sweets.

I adore you.

You make me cackle and

you still bake my cookies. 

Life is great with you by my side.