My world sparkles a little more because my McHubby is a part of it. Where would I be if he wasn't in my life? With the creepy, goober-like USU cheerleader (or do they call themselves "stunt guys"?) who was SEVEN inches shorter than me and liked to serenade me with bad 80's ballads on his guitar??? (*Shudder*)
So today I celebrate McHubby's birth, because I think he's pretty spiffy! (And let's face it, a member of "The Lollipop Guild" singing "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" is just not right. It's not right, I tell you!)
Happy Birthday to James, a man who:
-once reassured me I DID NOT have cancer of the kneecap.
-got a little choked up when Lilly Mae was born.
-screamed (a very manly scream) in the movie theater, while watching, "I Am Legend."
-drove over fifty blocks (DURING A JAZZ GAME) to Crown Burger to get me the fries I was craving while I was pregnant with Cam. (Sorry, but it HAD to be their fries. Nothing else would do. I'm sure some of you can relate to being prego AND crazy!)
-can quote "Better Off Dead" in its entirety.
-held me in his arms and let me cry on his shoulder when Cam Man was two weeks old and I was feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.
-ALWAYS makes me laugh.
-loves me for me..."warts and all."
Happy Birthday, James! You could have been a born-on-the-fourth-of-July baby! To me, you're a real firecracker!