We celebrated his 39th birthday yesterday just as you should. On the ski slopes, in brilliant sunshine, and the kids accounted for elsewhere.
I'm ever so glad my Hubster was born. Without him, my life wouldn't be as rich as it is. Rich in love, rich in adventure, rich in emotion, rich in laughter.
He's the softest tough nut I've ever met. Gruff and grumpy is his favourite costume. But underneath the scowling mask, he's just a lovely man who wants the best for his family, his wife, and himself. Who can blame him for the grumpies when tiled roofs and unhappy cars try and mess with that?
I hope he enjoyed his birthday as much as I did by being with him. I loved watching that guy go sliding down a slope, on his back, skis still on the snow (and parallel I might add,) with a huge smile on his beautiful face.