Today is KtrevaÂ’s Birthday. As a present I bought her a Colt 1991A1 .45 in the commander model. This way sheÂ’ll leave mine alone. She seems very pleased with it. Which is a good thing.

IÂ’ve spent three hours trying to come up with words to express how much I love and appreciate her, and IÂ’m just not capable of doing it. IÂ’m just not that kind of wordsmith or poet. How can a heathen like me even begin to describe how I feel every day I wake up next to her? The way I canÂ’t help but look at her beautiful silky red hair flowing over the pillow like cascading waterfall catching the subtle ambers of a sunset. The beauty of a Celtic goddess sleeping, her head lying perfectly still as the corners of her mouth form a slight smile. When I touch her, the softness of skin is like that of rose petals on a soft summer morning. As I look at her, my heart beats a little harder and my breath quickens just knowing that I am fortunate enough to have her as my wife. I have no way of telling her these things. I canÂ’t, for she is my love and I to clumsy to profess my love of her.

But I do wish her a very Happy Birthday. And I would appreciate it if all of you could go wish her a Happy Birthday as well.

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