my man.

This is the day Kirby came into the world, so the first person I am grateful for here is his sweet mother. I appreciate her tenderness and caring- she taught Kirby how to love and give selfless service in his family. I think she is a saint and an angel, and I am so happy she had this last child. I also appreciate his father who taught his sons to work hard and provide well for their families, to take good care of their homes, and to be ambitious in their careers, fulfilling their potential through dedicated effort.
You see, Kirby is one of those delightful men who feel a strong interest in things like gardening, cutting the grass, fixing up and repairing the house and vehicles, and so on. It's also ok with me when he cooks, (and cleans our bathroom once in a while :), shovels snow, and pays bills. A very useful man. And a romantic one- that's good too! I love the nights when he reads me to sleep, or slow dances with me in the living room...
I love my husband. He is a good man, and a genuine 'family man'. I think it's amazing and wonderful that we still love each other after all these years. His passion and strength keep adding fuel to the fire of our life, and everything it means to be truly in love. I thank God for him every day. He forgives quickly, works hard, shares everything he has, and cares deeply about individuals. Plus he is very smart, and capable- He constantly does more than he can actually do; I don't understand how, but I'm here to say he keeps pulling it off! I must say his being tall, dark, and handsome has its effect on me as well. I'd be lying if I said I don't fall for his warm blue eyes and broad shoulders again and again... I see him making a real and positive difference in the lives of his students, and our children, and so many others he works with. I am blessed to have such a fine man for my mate. Happy Birthday to my very own love... xo

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  1. leroyApril 24, 2011 at 12:36 AM

    it's a blessing for a dad when his daughter has a good man!

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