In April
of 1981, I met a boy. A boy with dark
wavy hair, brown eyes that literally melted my heart when he turned them on me,
and a smile that stopped me dead in my tracks. A boy named Ken, the boy who stole my heart.
In May of
1982, I married that boy. We were young
and in love, and he was my world. Thirty
years later, we’re a bit older but still very much in love. He’s not only my world, he’s my rock
star. He’s the father of my children, my
shoulder to lean on; the one I turn to when my world has been turned upside
down. His eyes still melt my heart and
his smile can still stop me dead in my tracks.
His voice is like a smooth whiskey, warming me from the inside out. He’s my comfort when my dreams turn into
nightmares, and the one I always want by my side. He's the one I look for in a crowded room, the one I can next to in comfortable silence.
He’s a
husband, a father, a father in-law. He’s
a big game hunter, a fisherman, a golfer.
He’s a business owner, and a provider.
He’s my
laughter, my smile, my love, my heart.
He’s my very own rock star.
Happy 30th
Anniversary, love.
