I can't explain things sometimes and it drives me...

goofy.

er.

goofy-er.

than I normally am.

Today for instance. Driving home. Regular traffic. Nothing special on the radio or in any scent I was smelling...

...but all of a sudden I was in the best summer of my life {so far}..

I remember it as my pretty summer. I felt pretty.

And it wasn't a summer of my extreme youth ..I was 30.

Exactly half of what I am now.


It was the summer I met Mr. B. There was pretty music, pretty summer scents in the air

After a particularly ugly time of my life. When I thought I could never feel pretty or loved again.

And he did. Love me. And made me feel pretty.

And I will always thank him for that. Because I was married so young (like in 5th grade..at recess..just kidding.

almost.

I was 17. (might as well have been in 5th grade. at recess..) I had not "dated" much. Any. Other than the starter husband.

So this was new and fun and pretty and exciting and fun and I didn't feel like a 30 year old divorcee with 4, count 'em FOUR kids.


I was experiencing my youth. What "normal" girls feel in high school.

And although it may have twinged at my heart a little not to be that young or that pretty..

I had it. I really did. And I am grateful.


And he still makes me feel pretty.


Wow. Am I lucky or what?

Yeah, lucky :-)

Thank you Mr. B..and Happy Happy Birthday.

And thank you Evelyn, for raising such an incredible man.