seventy-five

lately i've been thinking about how truly and deeply strange a person i am and am ever becoming and how lucky i am to be living with someone who accepts me and loves me anyway.  i never feel like i can do enough for such an amazing man.
happy birthday, staal.  i love you...dearly, deeply, madly.

still far more likely to find him on a roof than you are snoring in the la-z-boy