26

Today my love turns 26.

He has been 25 long enough, it seems, and 26 must have a turn.

Mr. William C. McCrery and I have been married now for two whole years. As I am sure you know, that is a very long time

and we know all there is to know

about marriage by now.
Yet there are still some things that keep surprising me

about this man of mine:

If you tuned in two days ago, you will have noted

that I am three years older than Bill - yet he is more mature than I in many ways. He has a steadiness

about him that I admire and try to emulate - though

I do still have my mini-breakdown moments, which

he smooths out in no time.

He can make me laugh so hard

I almost lose it, if you know what I mean.

He doesn't do canned jokes - only

fresh wit sprouts betwixt those kissable ears.

He still gives me butterflies - and

always when they're least expected.

He can still render me speachless

He whisks me into a waltz in the kitchen - I melt every time.

He is Wyatt's absolute favorite

person in the whole world. This doesn't surprise me,

because it's always been so. But it still

awes me how distinct their relationship is - how

there are things that Wyatt reserves just for dad.

Every once in a while when I accidentally feel

his arm muscles -

I always manage to forget how SEXY those are!

How everything is right again when he

walks in the door.

Those curls right behind his ears. Warning: may cause Stepper puddles.

Happy Birthday, my wonderful, wonderful friend!

I love you!