Today is Mr. J's birthday. I can't believe I'm married to an old man! But then I look in the mirror and realize he's married to an old woman. He's been my love, my soul-mate, my helpmate, my partner for 43 years now. We met 44 years ago next week and it's been an adventure ever since. I've cried on his shoulder many a time. He's picked me up when I was down. Constantly he keeps me laughing even when there's nothing in life to laugh about. He nursed me through Grizelda and keeps encouraging me by saying we have a lot of years left. He's given me so many priesthood blessing I can't even count them all. He calls himself my Silent Serf and to prove it he works hard (right now he's painting the upstairs!) But I have no idea where he came up with the silent part. I guess it's part of his self-appointed assignment to keep me laughing. He's an amazing lover. I call him my oven, because he is always warm and since I am always cold, he shares his heat with me. (He's much better than a coat or blanket--even an electric one!) He drives me to work every morning and drops me off at the door so I don't have to walk through the muck and mud.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. Mr. J and I are an item and I'm so very grateful for my old man!
Happy Birthday, Mr. J!
(He reads this, so you can leave him a message if you want!)