Today my sweet husband turns 38 years old.
Remember when you were a little kid and made homemade cards? I’m still doing that. Especially after I’ve already gotten home from town and forgotten the dang thing.
He’s not home yet, because he’s still working.
That’s what he does.
Works his butt off. The word lazy is not in his vocabulary. Unless he’s talking to me. Nah, I’m only kidding. He may think it, but he doesn’t say it. He knows when its best to hold the tongue.
He has so many wonderful qualities.
He’s a good drummer.
He’s a great cook.
A patient uncle.
Whose not afraid to get a little dirty.
A handsome devil.
A loving husband.
And my best friend.
Happy birthday, Jason!