Full Of Words Wednesday: Happy Birthday Mr. Houseful


This guy pretty much rocks my socks. I mean, I’ve known him since I was 13 years old.

Today is his birthday.

I’m pretty honored to be his wife.


I know that I get on his nerves occasionally.

I know that I’m stubborn.

I know that we’ve been through a LOT in the 19 years that we’ve known each other.


He was the first person that I kissed.

He’s the first person that I’ve completely loved.

He’s who I got into trouble (extensively) with, while I was in high school.

He’s the ONLY person who has had my heart, mind, and even this slightly frumpy body.

He’s the first person that I usually call when I’m hurt, angry or scared.

He was the first person that I called the morning that my sister died.

He’s who I like spending lazy Sunday’s with.

He’s who I don’t mind riding around in a car with.

He’s who I can laugh at myself with. And honestly be okay.

He was the first phone call I made when my sister died.

He holds me when I cry.

And when I yell.

And when I am ambivalent.

He loves me, and I love him.

His laughter.

His perfect smile.

His hands.

I love that he’s my protector.

My covering.

The head of this household.

He’s my husband, and today’s his birthday.

Happy Birthday Mr. Houseful, and I look forward to celebrating many more with you.



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