Today is John’s birthday. Okay, well, it isn’t actually TODAY, as in, right now. Because as I type this, it is still June 4th here, and his birthday is June 5th. But over there in the Sandy Spot, it’s the 5th.

Although, since it isn’t the 5th in the state where he was born, he isn’t officially a year older until it’s the 5th out here.

Technicalities and all that.

But, as I sit here, in what used to be his bedroom, in a house surrounded by pictures of him from babyhood on up, I’m suddenly shocked by the fact that tomorrow/today/whatever, my husband will be twenty-nine years old. TWENTY-NINE, peeps. Do you realize that he is now one year away from thirty???

And you all remember how old I am, right?

Freaky. Really freaky.

You know what else is freaky? Possibly even more freaky than the fact that in one short year I’ll have a husband who is no longer in his 20′s?

This:

I’m currently looking at a little frame with three of John’s graduation pictures. His ten year reunion is in a couple weeks, so that tells you how old these pictures are. (He’s, uh, not going, in case you were wondering. I don’t think they’d give him leave for that one.)

He still has all of the clothes that he’s wearing in these pictures. All of them. And if I’d let him, he’d wear them.

So anyway.

Since I’m dealing with the wonders of dial up internet here (fun times, peeps) and I’m in desperate need of SOME SLEEP, PEOPLE, I edited, updated and added to the post I wrote last year.

Heh, I figure I can get away with that… it was on “the old blog” and most of you weren’t even reading then anyway. At least, that’s the excuse I’m going with.

So.

Twenty-nine [twenty-NINE?! ACK! He's so OLD, peeps!] years ago today, in a little town in Minnesota, a little baby boy was born…

Along with his older brother and little sister, he was raised by wonderful, godly parents, and at seven years old became a very proud resident (very proud. VERY.) of Colorado when his dad began pastoring a church HIGH in the Rockies…. [Remember, the below picture was taken in the early 90's--he's old, folks--so he was stylish back way back when. You want style? I should show you these graduation pictures...]

When he graduated from high school, he set out on an adventure when he became a United States Marine….

After two years in the Marine Corps, he gained assurance of his salvation at the age of 21, and continued to serve the Lord, however he could, wherever the Lord allowed the USMC to take him…

In June of 2004, he married his best friend… [that would, ahem, be yours truly, of course.]

Two years later was given a precious little gift when he became this little man’s daddy and favorite person on earth…


Nineteen months after that, another little man came into the picture and just stole his daddy’s heart.

Ten weeks later, the little family said goodbye as their guy headed off to the Sandy Spot.

We’re spending his birthday this year just patiently waiting for his return [and sometimes not so patiently...].

But, most of all, to me he’s just the guy I love with all my heart. More now than ever before.

Happy birthday, Beloved!

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