...to my dear Hubs. I was going to try to get a photo of him, but it wasn’t in the cards. And I fleetingly thought about baking a cake but then thought better of it. So, instead, I drew this and snapped a shot of it. Now you know why I’m a photographer, not an artist,
We’ve had a lovely day together. A quick visit with his mom, then lunch at Starbucks, then a drive through the country and finally home...where we learned that our power was out. First call to the electric company to learn that they’d have it restored by 3 PM ....tomorrow. Well, happily, they were wrong and it’s now back on.
I was going to make dinner for Hubs but when I asked him what he’d like, he said “meatballs and spaghetti”...and that he was going to make it since he is the only one who has his mom’s secret recipe for authentic Italian meatballs. Well, who am I to argue? I will be his dishwasher, kitchen assistant and pourer of wine.
So, happy Birthday, Hubs. I love you, to the moon and back.