Deuces

I hoped for a man that would be my best friend. I hoped for someone who was strong but humble. I prayed for a man that was kind to the world, Talented, Witty, Educated- Who understood the value of hard work, While acknowledging that hard work would never have the same value, as being with his family. I dreamt about spending my days with a person who would show me the world- A partner with an incredible sense of adventure and curiosity about other places, far and wide. I wasn't sure if I would ever meet someone who was confident enough to let me have my own identity, My own hobbies, My own friends, My own opinions, My own career. I waited patiently for a man that wanted to grow old with me, and would do all he could, to give me all of the things I never knew I always wanted. Not just a great husband, But the perfect father. Happy Anniversary, Lloyd... I Love You.

I just love Alex Clare- don't you?  This song makes me think of ma hubband (yea, I said "hubband") http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU3hSn2Zvb4&feature=related

It was almost a year ago that I was disappointed in my husband. And fortunately for our family, it is rare that he disappoints me. In fact, He generally does the opposite of disappoint.... what is that?  ...Appoint?  He appoints me?? No, That doesn't sound right. But if it's the opposite, Than baby, you appoint me. But last year I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I was definitely not appointed. They say still waters run deep, and it couldn't be more true about my dear husband. His ego is small, his heart is huge and although he doesn't always say what he is feeling, you can feel what he is saying. And each year I look forward to the few annual occasions when my beloved picks out the perfect Hallmark card for me that puts into words his love for me. Sometimes the card is romantic and sweet, othertimes over-sized like that of a teenager in love, and most often it is witty and endearing. But it never fails to bring a tear to my eye an...

It was the truck- That's what I saw first. And then a person, a man, emerged from the vehicle. He was short, thin and in his mid-30's.  He was alone. No woman. No kids. Was he a hired hand?  A landscaper?  A realtor? The house that had stood vacant for months had a visitor and by golly I was going to find out who he was. As my eyes narrowed in to capture his every move they began to ache from the intensity of my stare. I remembered that our binoculars were just in the other room.  The ones we bought for some serious whale-watching on our trip to Alaska a few years ago that now doubled as lenses to our neighbors' remodeling endeavors and class-less arguments in front of their homes. Yes. I am the sole member of the neighborhood watch program and I'm not even a little bit ashamed about it.  I have a daughter, you know, and until she moves out of my home I will use her as an excuse to spy, speculate, rubber-neck and write down suspi...