Just kidding. It’s not that guy. Though I do wonder how he manages to be so fabulous.
It’s my husband.
And today is his birthday.
It’s impossible for me to let this day go without some sort of public declaration of my eternal love and gratitude for this man.
Because you see when I am running a million miles an hour, stressed out, and wrapped up in making this business all that I want it to be, he holds our world together. He’s cooking dinner AND doing the dishes. He’s vacuuming. And putting up the Christmas lights – in the dark – with his headlamp on.
He really is the most interesting man in the world. How does he manage to be this amazing and yet so low profile? He’s not like me in so many ways – he doesn’t need constant affirmation. He is content with what he has. He knows how to appreciate a fine whisky – without the e.
And so even if the world does not know he is the most interesting man in the world. He is.
And I am so incredibly lucky.
Love you, A.
With all my heart,
Your Em
