It is not Valentine’s Day. I hate that frilly, treacly mockaday (my sniglet for a made up holiday) anyway. It is also not my anniversary. Today is not a day that is marked on the calendar that calls for a babysitter and a spendy linen table cloth dinner. Today is just a normal day in which I count my blessings. The one blessing I neglect to count the most often is Mac Daddy. He’s a gem, I’m telling you.
To the women out there searching for the perfect man, I hate to break it to you, but I already found him.
And he’s mine.
I love you, Mac Daddy.
Let this be a reminder to tell the people who lift you up when your feet give out that you love them. Don’t just do it on the days Hallmark wants you to buy a card. It’s like saving the fine china and crystal for two holidays a year. I say pull out the fancy stuff to eat breakfast for dinner to celebrate the perfectly normal days that mark all that’s good in your world.
It’s better when it comes on the random days. You are both lucky to have each other.
I am so happy that you’re still blogging! I’ve been away from blogging for too long. And you’re one of my most favorite writers–and you make one helluva drink. 🙂