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A Love Letter on Your 50th Birthday

A Love Letter on Your 50th Birthday

What can I say to you, on your big 50th? There is so much and yet I am at a loss for words. However, this is A Love Letter on Your 50th Birthday. We have spent almost 30 years together, in the same space.

You are my safe place. If a random person walked up to you, right now, and asked “where is your wife’s favorite place to be,” you would know the answer immediately. You would look them dead in the eye and say “my armpit.” You, my dear, would be 1000% correct.

Your Presence

I feel so loved when I am in your presence. You are so thoughtful to my myriad of emotions. I am fully aware that one minute I could be laughing and we are enjoying something together…the next minute I could be having a breakdown. You never judge me, yell at me, or make me feel less than.

Listening and Prayer

You don’t try to fix me (anymore), you simply sit and listen. The overwhelming feeling of being heard, loved, and accepted is just what I need on a daily basis. When I go to bed, before you, you think I don’t feel you when you put your hand gently on my leg. I know, in that moment, you are praying for me. Thank you for consistently doing that because it has made my monsters go away and more nights then not, I can sleep peacefully.

Little Things

You poop in the boys’ bathroom so I don’t have to smell it. The times when you would run out of the house to toot because it would make me gag. Always being the man with a plan when it comes to vomit with the except of the hotdogs in the washing machine. You have my coke ready in the morning. If you had pompoms, you would be the biggest, loudest, baldest cheerleader ever. You are my supporter and my number 1 fan. Thank you for making me cookies at 10:30 at night. Also, thank you for not telling me I was fat and bald even though I was overweight and my hair was falling out. Thank you for letting me buy a purse that you knew good and well I wouldn’t carry for very long.


The encouragement you gave me while I was pursuing my dream is something that should be taught to every man who has a partner in life. When I was discouraged and doubting myself, you would pick me up and tell me that I can do it. I am capable. I am strong.

I did the biggest and scariest thing because I knew you were standing behind me, holding me up. When the kids were younger (even now), my favorite time of the day was when I heard the garage door open. I would be standing on the step, just waiting to hug you.


You are what dreams are made of. In every wrinkle on your face and gray hair on your chin (chest and back but whatever), I see our love story written. Your eyes tell our entire love story and it isn’t finished being written. I love you endlessly and forever. Thank you for never leaving me unattended, for standing between me and the bad people, for always having my back, front, and side.

You, Big Daddy, are my forever and always. I love you (and your butt) so completely.

Happy Birthday!

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Weekly Menu March 19

Weekly Menu March 19

Weekly Menu March 19
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Weekly Menu March 19 is up and ready. I have not taken time off of cooking because these people insist on eating every single night. Honestly, a lot has gone on and I’m just not with it. So, with this week, we are taking it easy (we meaning I) and it is going to be survival of the fittest.


Chew on your own tongue and call it a night.


Lasagna. Now, this isn’t my super cheesy and expensive lasagna but it’ll do in a pinch. I had 3 boxes that were 1/2 full of gluten free noodles. Why? I dunno. Honestly, I need to eliminate the word ‘why’ from my vocabulary. Also making some garlic bread (gf for one of my kids).


Pizza night. It has moved due to some big changes in our house. I think this will be pizza night for the next unforeseeable future.


Cheeseburger soup. It’s always a winner.




Today is my Oak’s birthday AND my sister is coming to town! My siblings and parents are meeting up at a little local place to celebrate the greatness of her existence.


Today is the reception celebration for my baby boy child. He got married last summer and this is their planned day. I will be getting my hair done, helping however I can and celebrating.

Side Note:

Tonight (the 18th), I had 2 bags, 1/2 full (cause why not) of tortilla chips. We also had some leftover cheese sauce and some meat. It has been a busy day cleaning house and just putting my life back together. Still, these people insist on eating every single night.

Since it isn’t “chewing on our tongue” Sunday, I had to do something in between cleaning up pee and laundry. I got out my big cookie sheet and sprayed it well. From there, I poured on the chips and sprayed those with cooking spray. I tossed them around with chili powder and spread them out.

In a bowl, I got my ground beef, added seasoning, chili powder, and a bit of water to help it stick. I poured that over the chips. Then, I added my cheese sauce. Got that in the oven and baked it at 350 for about 30 minutes. In the mean time, I cut up some lettuce to pour on top. One pan meal means easy clean and very few leftovers. Those will be eaten tomorrow for lunch by my kids.

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