I just wrote a real sappy post about this man, but I couldn’t publish it. He likes his privacy too much. That said, he might not like his photo on the blog. Oh well. I had to do it. You see, he gave me a really wonderful birthday gift back in May. And this past weekend, I cashed it in. It started with a flight to New York and swanky hotel room. It had big city shopping, a day in Bridgeport, CT, room service and sleeping in, too. Three days by myself – no responsibilities beyond choosing what I wanted to eat and when to get out of bed. Bliss. In the end, I came home refreshed and renewed, bursting with creativity, but missing him and the girls.
It was the best gift I have ever received other than my daughters, and of course, him. Because every day I have this man in my life is gift in and of itself. I am truly blessed, that I know.
This man. Oh, how I love this man.