To My Amazing Wife on Her Birthday

No need to be concerned
Like they say
It's only a number

And while it may sound trite
It's true
You just get better every day

I am constantly amazed
How such a beautiful, intelligent and poised woman
Can at times be such a little girl

In those time you are so full of wonder, awe and merriment
Be it bunnies in the backyard
Or a family of your duckling friends in the lake at the cottage

It's part of your allure
The depth of caring for all things
But wait, there's more

Your sense of humour knocks me out
And you are never more beautiful
Than when you laugh uncontrollably...usually at your own jokes!

On the serious side
I have observed the tenderness and care you display
In family relationships

You are an amazing daughter to your mother
A loving mother to your son
And a caring aunt to your nephew

Not to mention a devoted wife
Who puts up with my shit
And every day demonstrates her deep love for me

You have changed me
For the better
Because I've learned to give my love to you, freely, unconditionally, withholding nothing

I love you, honey, with all of my being
I simply can not see myself
Spending my life with anyone else but you

And while I don't know
What the heck attracts you to me
I hope I never jeopardize just what it is we have

Happy, happy birthday my love
And to quote your favourite songwriter: may you stay forever young
You're doing a good job of it so far.

My Back Pages - November

I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav...

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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