Friday, September 19, 2008

Thirty- three years young...

To my husband, my best friend, my strength when I am weak, my taste tester, my leftover eater, my handyman, my reacher of all things high, my baby rocker, my vacuumer and sweeper when I am too big to do it myself, my comforter, my water getter, my coach, my hero...

May your boss give you tonight off and all the craftsman tools you have ever drooled over fall from the sky today but not hit anyone because that might hurt;) I love you...

Happy Birthday!
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