Happy Birthday Daddybugs!!!!

He would kill me if I put a picture of him on my blog, so I will tell you a funny story.

Yesterday we were in Kroger and AB and I walked by this cute guy. I was talking to AB, not paying attention to much of anything. About two seconds later someone came up behind me and pinched my ass. I yelped like an injured cat, thinking it was the cute guy we just passed for some strange reason, since R was supposed to be meeting us on the other side of the building. I swear time stopped it was so loud. I also swear R nearly pissed himself with pleasure at getting that reaction out of me. This is R.

R and I discussed his perfect weekend. It was pretty much the one we just spent together, but with the addition of seeing AB whenever we wanted. Not to have to take care of her, chase her around, yell at her for being a little monster, but just to be with her. This is R.

We have had rocky patches. On more than one occasion I have questioned our decision to be together forever.

He never has. And I never will again.

I love you, R.

Happy Birthday.

Anyone surprised I made his b-day salute about me? No one? Wow. That hurts, people.