It’s the Wildcat’s birthday today.  Like many women, she worries about her age.  Looking at her, I still can’t figure out why she’s worried about that at all.  Nobody believes her when they find out.  I end up looking younger for standing beside her.

     The more she smiles and laughs, the younger she looks.  Seriously, at the rate she’s going, she’ll look like a teenager at 80.

     She’s an amazing woman who’s accomplished a lot in the face of adversity, and yet, she’s so humble.  She managed to raise three kids on her own, went back to school and worked towards a career in healthcare.  Oh, and she’s not stopping there!  She’s got hardcore potential, and proves over and over again that she can do anything that she sets her mind to.
     On top of it, she’s a hottie — getting hit on by men from eighteen to eighty — and doesn’t even realize it.  She has the most gorgeous eyes ever.  She can melt me in an instant with a gaze that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world.
     “God, you’re beautiful!”
     “No, I’m not…” she replies meekly, her cheeks flushing to a pale pink.

     Truly, she has plenty to be proud of.  

     Me, I’m just proud to call her mine.

     Happy Birthday, sweetie. 

     May we have many more.  *smooch!*