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Oct 21, 2010

We DON"T Do Cards


                     Ten years and two weeks ago today we buried my best friend. I can't believe it has been that long. WOW! I still miss you daddy like it was yesterday. (yes I call him daddy and I am a grown woman...F@#* you for judging me.) There are so many things I would love to share with you. I love you.
                     Ten years ago today I married my new best friend. Yes your math is right. I got married two weeks after my father died. My dad always knew what was best for me and he made me promise the wedding would still happen. I can still hear my mother saying, "You promised your father." I didn't know at the time that my husband would turn into my best friend. I didn't think I needed one, because I always had my daddy. Well here I sit ten years later thankful that he came in to my life when he did.
                      If you know my husband(which you don't) you would know that he is not good at expressing feelings and he is never mushy. I can never remember him giving me a card for any occasion. He has always said that they are too expensive and he doesn't want to waste the money on them when he can put the money towards a gift. I have always been okay with that and after about five years I stopped buying cards too. (okay so maybe it took me awhile to adjust)As you all know we are poor right now due to me being out of work. Can you imagine my surprise when I sent to the bathroom at 4 a.m. this morning and there sat a rose bush and.... you guessed it! A card. You say, "So f#@$*&^ what?" and I say, "Go to hell." But we don't do cards! Let me tell you something, this was the sweetest gesture he could have made. The card was not real mushy, but it made the statement that he has such a hard time expressing himself. He told me he ADORED me. That's right, read em' and weep. Are you jealous? You should be. So many men love their wives, but how many ADORE them. Oh yes, I'm lucky. I know what you are thinking...How can anyone adore you? Well let me just say that I am adorable (oops I just made a funny) Yes not so little me is actually on the receiving end of adoration. Can life get any better than this? (well yes if I was working, but let's not ruin the moment).

I Love You Baby!!!!


Hilary said...

Your daddy is your daddy forever, and you can call him whatever you like! Anyone who judges is crazy! My dad passed away when I was 14. I think of him all the time, and yes, I too, always refer to him as daddy! Happy anniversary! Adoration is a beautiful thing! Thanks for visiting my blog. I am a new follower....

Jessica Warrick said...

That was so sweet of him. Adoration is a wonderful thing. means much more than love i think. You can love someone but not adore them so its more than love.. you got a good man there. im hopping over from the blog hop you stopped by so i reciprocated now im following love your blog..

-K said...

Awww, great blog. I'm following you back. Love the pic.

Keli said...

I still call my daddy "daddy" and will continue to for... ever!
Your husband is so sweet. :) Happy Anniversary!
I LOVE your writing style, you're so funny!! I'm following you back!

Giveaways for Mom said...

Following you back; thanks for the follow :)

Melissa B. said...

Happy Anniversary...glad he came through!

Doctors in India said...

Thanks for knowing exactly when to tell me what I want to hear, when I want to hear it the most.


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