Happy Birthday-A Day Late

I meant to type this post yesterday but things kind of got away from me! On July 1, 1971, the second of three sons was born to a housewife and a chemist in Connecticut. He would grow up to have the typical interests of boy's his age: Star Wars, sports, comic books, and muscle cars. When he was 12 years old his father took a new job which moved the family to Illinois. A move I, for one, am forever grateful they made. Because, as you may have guessed, that brought The Saint to my neck of the woods and on July 1, 1988, we had our first date. I have watched him grow from a teenager to a man over the past 18 years and I am so proud of him. He has been such a loving and supportive partner to me over the years. He has a temper and can be a hardass but to see how gentle and patient he is with our cats or our nieces and nephews just melts my heart. He is a super talented artist and a pretty good guitar player. He is fiercely loyal and protective of his loved ones and the people he considers friends. And he is so damn funny. OMG, he fucking makes me laugh! So happy 35th birthday, baby! I love you the stars, the sky, the moon..big garages and little garages!