Happy Birthday Wendy!

First of all, i must inform you that this is not Mom of eleven...this is her man, her sugar babe, the light of her life. Well, more like her dim glow from an old lamp bulb. Actually, I like to refer to myself as the very thing that completes her. Yes, let's go with that.
My original intention was to sneak into this blog and post a happy birthday message as a surprise, but I couldn't figure out how to do it. Truth be told, I felt like I do when my children ask me to help them with a math problem. My eyeballs get a bit dry, my ears felt a little warm and my neck started to itch. So, I had to break down and ask her.
Before I begin telling you all how wonderful she is, I feel rather convicted to make a brief confession. Part of being a real man (and the physical specimen that I am) is being strong and secure enough to admit when you're wrong. So, I don't mind if you enjoy this.
For starters, I always thought this "blogging" thing was a little silly. Honestly, I teased W about this in the beginning until I became a little jealous. It seemed as if she'd rather "post" to all you "bloggers" rather than fellowship with me and tell me how cute and funny I am. Thankfully, that bitterness I was harboring in my heart was short lived as I soon came to a very strange yet very real and interesting conclusion. This "posting" and "blogging" has become a very positive aspect in her life. Not only has it served as a wonderful outlet for her, but some of you have encouraged her in ways that I'm simply not capable of. For that, I offer my sincere appreciation.
I must also admit that I have grown to enjoy reading what she writes as well as some of the comments you all respond with. I was so worried that if I got sucked into this world, I would develop strange cravings for tiny cucumber sandwiches, sudden urges to run out for a "mani" or a "pedi" or find myself longing for a cozy weekend of Lifetime Movie Marathons. I am pleased to report that none of my fears came to fruition.
I feel safe in assuming that the male voice, or opinion if you will, is seldom heard or even sought in this particular circle so harnessing my desire to share a "husband's point of view" for a change is proving quite difficult. However, my focus for this post is my wonderful wife, so the truth in love about us guys will have to wait.
This Sunday, June 21, my sweet wife will celebrate her 35th year of life...23 of them I've been blessed to be a part of. Now, those of you that know W, can attest to my statements as more than true. As for those of you who don't know her personally, be encouraged. You have interacted with one of the greatest women alive.
Thanks to my mother, I have a genuine and sincere respect for all women. All of you are beautiful creations. But W always seemed to stand out above the rest in my eyes.
W, Happy Birthday sweetie. Thank you for loving me, especially when it's not easy. I so often take you for granted and I rarely love you as Christ loved the Church. I simply do not deserve you. You are my best friend and I thank you for giving life to my four little angels. You're what makes this multitude of people that live in our home a family. Thank you for sharing your life with me...I love you!