The Love of My Life

Yesterday, James turned thirty-three years old! Wow! Do you know how old thirty-three was when I was a teenager? Whoa! Well, times change, and thirty-three is the new twenty-three, or something like that. What does that sort of comparison mean anyway?? It's like saying "green is the new pink" for baby accessories. Whatever.

Anyway, back to my sweet husband. I have been so blessed to be his wife. He is such a great guy! I often think of what Sister Hinckley said of President Hinckley, something to the effect of "He always gave me wings and let me fly." I'm sure that's not exactly how she said it, but that is how James has always treated me. He loves me and treats me so well. He always supports me in any of my desires or ambitions. He balances my craziness and over-reactions. He is wise and kind-hearted. I have learned so much from him, and am glad that I have an eternity to continue learning from him.

Oh, and on the subject of getting older, ... the first time I actually noticed some white hairs peppering James' temples, I was struck with the strongest, deepest emotion and thought that I am so happy and so lucky that he is the man with whom I get to age and experience life!

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!