my rock

it was this mans birthday yesterday.

he is my rock.

he is my wisdom and the common sense i lack.

he sticks up for me, supports me and tells me things i need to hear.

and sometimes the things i need to hear are not pleasant.

he is a realist, and isnt afraid to say what he feels.

i like his texas drawl, his size 13 feet, and his toes which are as long as my fingers.

i like his bear hugs, where i dont even come up to his chin 

and the way he walks in front of me and holds his hand out for me to grab.

i like it when he tells me i am gorgeous, and that my cookies are "the best he's ever had".

i like his gregarious personality and how he drives with two feet.

i like it when i cant finish my dinner, and he eagerly cleans my plate too.

i like how we can waste a whole day at the beach together and not think twice.

i like to watch him interact with strangers and make people laugh.

but i think what i like the best is this saying which he recites to me continuously...

"you are in charge of your own destiny."

amen.

and a big happy birthday to you, big boy.

thank you, from the bottom of my heart for all you do for me.