Twenty three years

Today hubby and I celebrate 23 years of marriage.  I can't believe how fast the time has gone.  Every time I look at my man I know exactly why I married him.  He is kind, compassionate, understanding, loving, caring and patient.   Oh so patient.  He's the world's best handyman as shown in yesterday's post.  In fact I've got two or three more posts in the pipeline featuring his skills.

He is tall, handsome, has the most gorgeous blue eyes that twinkle at me (his special look for me), sigh.  He plays the piano, the drums and the recorder on the odd occasion.  He loves classical music and late 60's early 70's rock with a bit of Roxy Music thrown in.

He eats my cooking, phew, doesn't mind if the house is a bit messy and tolerates my different obsessions ranging from magazine hoarding to never ending craft supply accumulations.  He has supported me through two bouts of severe post natal depression and continues to love me despite my continuing struggle with depression.

This remarkable man once owned a sewing machine and altered a pair of his work trousers to make them more fashionable.  He also made me a dress when we were dating (a challenge from me) and cooked a three course meal to impress me, (it was yummy and I was impressed).  He cooks for our family on Saturday nights and makes the best home made pizza, tacos and savoury crepes I've ever tasted.

Thanks to his hard work, we live in a beautiful home with a yard that allows me to indulge my passion for gardening.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DARLING!!  I love you.  xxxx