I think about you so much. I miss your laughter and your corny jokes. I even miss those stupid, junky cars…well, maybe not all of them. But I saw an old camper rollin’ down the highway and I sure did think about you. I could just hear you braggin’ about an old thing like that, tellin’ everybody what a deal you got on it and how we ought to take it across country for vacation. Lord knows that thing wouldn’t make it across the street, much less across country. But, God bless you, there was never a lost cause you didn’t put your everything into…including me…
Me and sis were laughing the other day about how you’re the only man we know who could fix anything with a roll of duct tape and a butter knife! That pretty much sums it up.
So, here’s to fond memories of the first man I ever loved. Happy Birthday.