Today is his birthday. He turns 44. Personally, I am glad. Because for 10 days all I hear is how much older I am than him and how much younger he is than me. Blah, blah, blah. (Usually we are just one year apart….except for those very long 10 days.) That's fine. I just tell him that we older women know what we want. Nuff, said.
So to my wonderful husband…whose now just one year younger than me, happy birthday. You make me laugh. A lot. I couldn't ask for a better one….but maybe you could work on hitting the laundry basket sometimes.