He's 44.
He's older than I am. I like it that way. Although I won't tell you how much older.
On our way to church he comments, "I'm half-way to my death."
"Do you plan on dying by the time you're 88?" I ask.
"Ya never know," he replies.
This morning he took his family to church, of which I am so thankful. He then spent the day watching football, eating clam dip with Utz potato chips and feasted on one of his favorite meals for dinner, ribs on the grill, baked beans, and cole slaw.
He doesn't ask for much. Well maybe a gigantic bowl of cookie dough ice cream.
Beloved, my very best friend, my husband, I adore you!
Happy Birthday! I love you David Gay! And yes, you are mine!
