He's not one for lots of attention and fussing.
He celebrates quietly. I, with a clang. But this is his day, so we'll do what he likes.
He'll read in the morning, and work on his truck all afternoon. He'll cook meat over a fire with a pint in his hand. He'll settle in for a movie with his people, content with our quiet party of four. He's won't ask for it, but I'll make him his favorite chocolate cake, with a scoop of plain vanilla, to celebrate another given year.
Half-way through forty, and as handsome as ever.
Loving and strong. Faithful and true. Easy to please and growing in grace.. I am thankful for The Mister.
1 comments:
Happy Birthday Mister! That sounds like my kind of celebration.
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