. . . which nobody can deny.
He's my darling husband, Jack, and today's his birthday.
He's a giant of a fellow, literally and figuratively. He's six feet, seven inches tall, which makes him a little more than a foot taller than I am. I often introduce him as "my better two-thirds."
Jack was my college sweetheart. We got married seven weeks after I graduated. This is a big year for us--we're coming up on our 25th anniversary this June. And let me just tell you: 25 years is a long time to be married to me. Give the man an award.
By the way, I married a younger man. Jack is exactly five months my junior. He gets a lot of mileage out of those five months, too. Like the time last summer that he pointed out that I was about to be the sum of my children's ages. Ahem.
Today he joins me at age 46. So I'm off to bake a chocolate cake. And to buy lots and lots of candles.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend!