I love July 27th. It was the day God sent my fantastic husband into the world. Bray’s not a huge birthday person, but I love birthdays so I always make a fuss. When I asked him last night what he was hoping for on his birthday, he said, “a nap.” I responded, “C’mon! Ask for something more exotic.” To which he replied, “A nap with a pineapple.” Y’all, I laughed so hard I snorted. Talk about sexy. This man is so freakin’ funny he can pull a snort out of me. So in honor of my funny, handsome, super terrific husband (who’s also a rockin’ dad), I give you, fully realizing my poetic limitations, An Ode On My Beloved’s Birthday.
(In case you just don’t “get” all of it, know that this man loves God, his family, fishing and hunting, and being on a tractor at the farm.)
|A date from our first year together|