~ when it was just me
and he was the perfect, loving, kind and patient young husband.
Then within six years, he was (allofasudden) the father of four little boys
that he tickled and threw in the air to come bouncing down on the bed in giggling heaps.
And then seven years after that, he had four little girls
that he tickled and threw in the air to come bouncing down a little more gently maybe in squealing giggling heaps on the mattress.
Then, by our twentieth anniversary, God added two more little boys to this good man's quiver
that he tickles and throws in the air to come squishing giggling down onto the memory foam mattress which we now need for our bad backs.
This is the pancake maker, the drain fixer, the baseball thrower, the playhouse builder, the rosary leader, the financial genius who runs this family.
He is still the soul of charity and perfect kindness, gentleness and integrity that I had the great blessing to marry twenty years ago.
Today is his birthday!
A birthday, by the way, that he proudly shares with our dear friend, St. Therese the Little Flower.
Boy, do we love him!