fanny
Today is Matt’s 40th birthday. He has to work today, but if he didn’t I would make him eggs and bacon all day long and let him talk about golf without interruption.
I am so grateful for the relationship I have forged in with him who loves me despite all my many glaring flaws. He makes me feel safe, and I don’t have to worry about being ignorant of something he considers “life skills” that I refuse to learn or pay attention to, like how to manoeuvre a 700-button remote control or upgrade Java on my computer. He’s always behind my back, ready to walk his six-foot blaze of geek glory into the line of fire to make things safe for me.
He’s got his golf time, a family who loves him and this gigantic drawing. I think he’s pretty much set.
