Thirty-Two

My husband turned thirty-two Yesterday. All in all I think that he had a great birthday. It started out great and ended amazingly good too! It got me thinking about all the things that I treasure about my husband, things I probably never have told him. So, I made a list
(I absolutely love making lists!).

Here are thirty-two things I treasure about my husband:

1) He passionately loves God
2) He is steadfast (he wont give up on me, no matter how hard I try to push him away!)
3) Loves me abundantly
4) So very smart
5) So very, very, very hot
6) Loves to read
7) Loves my cooking
8) Supportive
9) He's my Super Hero
10) A very good provider
11) He humors me...

12) He's tender
13) He's romantic
14) He remembers dates and special events so I don't have to
15) He loves being a daddy
16) He's tall
17) He is so funny
18) He's very precise
19) Determined
20) Diligent
21) Super creative
22) Helps me out around the house when I'm having a hard time
23) Encouraging
24) Way more patient then I am
25) Silly
26) Learns how to cook for me when I need help
27) Did I mention Hot?...

28) Cute butt
29) Strong
30) Passionate
31) Faithful
32) Clever ( he teaches me so much!)

Okay, I've Heard of...

Half of an Hour, Half of a Sandwich, Half a Cup, Half of a Mind, Half of a Candy Bar, Half of a Teaspoon, Half Hearted and Half Crazed.

But Half of a Turkey?...

Only my Mom would.
But, in her defense, it's "fully cooked and flash frozen! All you have to do is defrost, heat and eat!"

Yep, That's My Hopie...

I Learned Something Today...

I learned that it only costs $9 to dispose of a little cat body at the Humane Society.

Ode To My Knuckle

Because I almost lost you--
more then once.
You rest on my left middle finger
all wrinkly and white, you’re my

fleshy loose skin with crevasses deep,
fold them over and you can sleep.
Oh, how rare and precious
the covering of my joint!

It happened one night, so clean and bright
snipping brown hair,
coarse and curly--
hugging me tight.

In a brief moment and swipe of my shears,
a gasp of horror led to tears.
I look and see as cool water clears
gushes of blood --

And my knuckle, hanging so free.


(It was an assignment two years ago or so. I had to write an Ode about something that meant a lot to me... just in case you were wondering)