Merry Birthday

All the words get all clogged up when I try to say them.

Jimi's 40.  I've got a lot of thoughts and feeling associated with that milestone; maybe one day I'll blog about them.  I keep trying and failing miserably.  Mostly, i'm just hoping those first forty years represent only the first third of his life.  And that I'm around for the next 2/3.

It's like a magic trick, this still-madly-in-love-after-5-years thing.  If I'm not able to convey anything else with my posts here, let it be that I love my man whole-heartedly and without reserve.  Seeing him unexepectedly, from around a corner at home or down the aisle at a store, still makes my heart skip a beat - like reality paused for a second so the rest of the world could catch up and recognize "OH!  There's my other part."