[su_heading]A Birthday Toast to My Husband[/su_heading]
Don’t forget to tell your husband all that you love about him, sometimes the words just need to be heard in a birthday toast.
I remember sitting at a farewell dinner for Baddy, surrounded by the women who had worked for him when he was the Publisher for Aspen Sojourner. He had decided to leave Publishing and start his own Contracting Company.
As the wine glasses clinked they each gave their toasts of adoration, “Here’s saying goodbye to the greatest eye-candy ever,” they swooned. He was the man of their dreams; chivalrous, caring and honest with great integrity.
It is true that Baddy has a pleasing and dignified appearance. I have witnessed a group of girls stop in their tracks to watch him walk through the snowy mall in his tweed coat, and I have seen a gorgeous femme fatale bedecked in fur and jewels smiling at him from afar, the women he could have had if only he had known. But there is more to Baddy than meets the eye.
Today is Baddy’s birthday and I would like to raise my glass and toast him for who he truly is:
[su_box title=”A Toast to My Husband”]Wade you are a man who looks positively at life regardless of the struggles and obstacles you endure. You have a terrific sense of humor and a remarkable intuition which you get from your mum. You are calm and patient, that is until your boys, or I, push you to your limit and Baaaaaaddy emerges. I love when you affectionately call me Jiggilian or Blogzilla and when you laugh so hard that you cry at my idiosyncrasies. I love that you never complain when I wear my favorite cowboy boots, knowing that the only way they will come off is with your help. It is true that I am often slightly put off by your rawness, like when you remind the kids to wash their butts and balls or pull their teeth out with pliers, but it is also your rawness and MacGyvering ways that attract me to you, I have even grown to love your Chippendale mating dance on the upstairs balcony. Thank you for being you Wade and accepting me for who I am. Thank you for putting up with my crazy obsessions, like when I speak to you in unbroken Spanish for nine months, or ask you to make a video on what it is like to be married to a blogger. Thank you for your unfailing support and love, and for allowing me to be me. The freedom that you give me and your love fills me to the brim. You give me strength and happiness and my fears seem so insignificant when I am near you, unless we are in the ocean and I am drowning in the waves that you are playing in. I am proud of you and I am forever grateful of the love that we share and I look forward to waking up beside you until I am old and gray, which does not feel so far away anymore. With tremendous love and adoration, your “Weefay”/su_box]