This stud muffin is turning 24 today.
I knew I wanted to kiss this boy the hot, summer night that he and his roommates came over to my apartment to play cards. He spent the evening making googly-oogly eyes with me and occasionally brushing my arm, sending those notorious butterflies fluttering up and down my spine.
I knew I wanted to be his girlfriend when we watched mediocre fireworks at a small hick town fair. He looked over at me as the sky lit up and said, "Let's keep dating, ok?" And I said, "Yah, ok."
I knew I wanted to marry him when he laid next to me on a bunkbed in his parents' basement and said softly and so sincerely, "Bon? I don't ever want to break up with you. Ever."
I knew I wanted to stay married forever and ever after an argument when he came into the bedroom and said, "I know we're upset. But you have to make me one promise. No matter what, we never ever ever entertain the idea of divorce." And I said, "I promise."
I knew I wanted to have his babies yesterday when I said, "Umm.... one of your birthday presents might be a little late," and he replied, "That's okay. I can wait nine months."
Happy Birthday Hubs!!! Here's to a lifetime of celebrating birthdays together.
And no. He's not getting a baby for his birthday.
But one day.
