A world apart, we were.
From my vocality, to your silence.
My city-upbringing to your more conservative village set-up.
My open-ness to many things, to your strong hesitance of anything new.
My jumping into situations, to your careful planning.
My clumsiness, to your carefulness.
My utter and constant disorganization, to your meticulous notes and reminders.
My women's rights, to your man-ly ego.
My temper, to your calm.
My indecisiveness, to your clear head.
This head on my shoulders that is, more often than not, run by my brain,
to yours, wholely run by that soft heart.
We must've been as different as day and night!
I've always wondered which of the above made me say yes, but it doesn't
really matter, I'm just glad I did - for you made a good woman out of me, and for
that I am thankful.
Thank you, for so many things.
For staying put.
For that hand in mine.
For the faith.
For that chance.
For trying.
For believing, when I didn't.
For the beautific house, and many other conveniences which you always see to.
For instilling in me, so many valuable lessons which I'd overseen.
For all the silly things that you do, like changing the time on the wallclock, just so I
will get up earlier than I thought I was - that really cracked me up.
For letting me have the bedlight on at night, eventhough you find it hard to sleep.
For putting up with my morning sinus... and snorts.
For making decisions which I'd find troublesome to make.
For volunteering to cook every single dinner when you're back.
For the light you've shone.
For your unnerving patience.
And thank you, for asking.
Happy Birthday, Hubz.
I love you...
for all that you are, and all that you've made us.
:)
Now. How old are you again?????????
*wink*