Today I'm wishing the happiest of birthdays to my best friend, confidante, and husband. We've been together for almost two thirds of our lives. That's a scary thought, isn't it? He has known and loved me at my best and my worst, my thinnest and my chubbiest, with long hair and short, black hair to mostly gray, and a multitude of shades in between.
He suffered through my early cooking experiments, including once substituting Vienna sausage for sausage links, and a candlelit dinner with canned LaChoy chow mein with burned noodles. I don't think I've eaten Vienna sausages since, and can't imagine eating canned Chinese food...ever. Hopefully my cooking skills have improved significantly, as well as our food choices, since those early days of marriage.
When I was pregnant, he made late night runs to the jiffy mart for honey buns, Fudgesicles, or whatever my round baby belly desired. Although those late night food binges added more "Laney" pounds than baby pounds, and my doctor said he hoped my husband liked fat girls, he still said I was beautiful. He also laughed it off when I ordered him to tell my labor and delivery nurse to back off, or else! I meant it when I threatened to tell her, "If you think you can do it any better than me, you can get up here and do it yourself!"
We've had joyous times and sad times. God has been faithful to provide for our needs through job losses and medical events, and still provide a Christian education for our two sons. I know my husband would do anything and everything within his power for his family.
I'm glad he meant it when he promised to love me for better or for worse, since he definitely got the worst end of the deal. Few men would put up with me for a month, much less thirty six years. He is a wonderful husband to me, Daddy to our two grown sons, and Pappy to our three precious grandchildren.
Happy birthday, Babe. I still love you "muchly" and I'm so glad I gave you a second glance.
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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