Honey, you don't look a day over 44!

Today is the 45th birthday of my sweet husband, Mr. P. Wow. It wasn't that long ago that I thought 45 year old men were old and creepy. Now I find myself married to one. Even more disconcerting, I find myself the same age as that which I once found old and creepy. It's funny how life plays tricks on you that way.

This man that I met when I was a wee 19 year old sales girl at Banana Republic in the mall is the most amazing man I have ever known. He rocks babies and changes diapers.

He takes his sons on retreats to Colorado.

He doesn't act a day over thirteen.

He's a defender of the faith and the Constitution.

He has the largest Mr. Potato Head collection there is... and yes, it encompasses an entire room in my house. An. Entire. Room.

He's a thrill seeker. (No, I was not on this roller coaster with him.)

He is a lover of the second amendment.

He makes me laugh.

And, he's never afraid to make a spectacle of himself or practice his martial arts.

When he sauntered into that Banana Republic and into my life all those years ago, I had no idea of the adventure my life was about to become. I am so thankful for the adventures and I'm looking forward to many more.

Happy Birthday, you old dog you! For the next few months I get to say that I am TWO years younger than you. And, I intend to do that. Every day.

Honey, you may be old but you've still got it! I love you more than life itself!! Happy Birthday!!