Today is a special day. It's Debra's birthday. Yes, she's hit the big ______ what, you really thought I'd say her age? It's her birthday, not my death day.
I'm not savvy on the whole blog-world etiquette - as near as I can tell I'm supposed to share my life stories or show off my craft skills (though I don't think you'd be impressed by belly button lint statues) - but I wanted to hijack my wife's blog today to tell her happy birthday. (What, don't act so shocked, I'm a nerd. I have nothing better to do.)
If you're a regular reader of this blog, you know how incredibly talented my wife is. She's also beautiful, sweet and incredibly brilliant. I'm a lucky man to be married to her and I'm proud of what she does. Not only does she keep up with this blog (quite a task in itself), she runs a successful photography business, takes wonderful care of our beautiful daughter and even makes me delicious dinners. Yeah, you've seen what we eat. Go ahead, be a little jealous.
My wife is an amazing person and I'm the luckiest man in the world to get to spend the rest of forever with her. So, what I'm trying to say is...
Oh, and I love you!