Today is my birthday: thirtysomething. 11/1/11 seems like a fortuitous day to have a birthday. The weather this morning was a dense fog, but I could see the sun pushing through. By eleven this morning, the sky was blue and only traces of clouds were left on the horizon, fortuitious indeed.
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| Glorious blue skyes above my yard. |
Today, and every day, I am thankful for my ever-gracious husband, Erik. Volumes could be written on the contents of my heart, but I'm no poet. He is the gravitational pull of our house, keeping things from hurling off into space. His companionship is a gift to me.
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| The grand love of my life, Erik. He may seem just like a regular nice guy, but there is so much more... |
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| He is a great spot for a nap. (He took me to the MET and held her the whole time.) |
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| He is a tea despensor for a princess. |
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| And a liontamer. |
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| In fact, he is the ringleader of this three-ring circus. |
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