I LOVE THIS MAN!

You know the diamond commercial where the man takes his woman to Paris (or some such romantic spot), and asks her to marry him again. As she gasps, her family all starts standing up in various hidden locales. And the woman says, "I Love This Man." Isn't that the one? Maybe I'm blurring 2 comercials together. Maybe I don't know my diamond commercials after all! GASP! HORROR!
Where was I? Oh yeah. Well, I used to watch that particular commercial and giggle because I could picture my family, in Paris, trying to blend with the locals. Well, if you knew my family (and maybe you do--stop giggling) you could easily imagine the humor of it all. After some passage of time; however, I viewed the commercial with a fair amount of curious speculation. I want to go to Paris and be proposed to again. I don't necessarily want my various and sundry family members there. It might ruin the mood. I would like for Mr. Pinkie to be there, of course, as he would be the one I would want to propose to me again. I saw an article the other day that said something like 64% of women, if given the chance to do it all over again with their spouse, wouldn't. I think that's really sad. But it makes me realize how very happy I am. How very blessed my children are to be tucked safely into a family unit that (albeit mostly insane) loves and would love again if given the chance. We've got LOVE coming out our ears PEOPLE! What do I love about Mr. Pinkie? Oh, just let me tell you.
First, I love the way that he wakes up earlier than I do. He actually likes doing this. It's one of my favorite things about him. He makes breakfast for the kids during this time. You see why I love this, right? Secondly, Mr. Pinkie cares. Being someone who usually doesn't care about much of anything (it's genetic), I am amazed at how much he DOES care about. Genuinely. He is such a good person. I did get lucky. I tell myself this mostly when he wants to smoke his yearly cigar as the Christmas lights go up. I have someone I blame for this annual habit, but I won't name names. Ahem. Bottom line is, I am so thankful that I married a kind hearted individual, and not some hard-head like myself. Next, I love the way that Mr. Pinkie comes home from the random trip to Walmart and has purchased panty hose for his 5 year old little girl because he knew she would be needing them for church the next day because she tore a hole in her last pair. Not only this, he knows what size to get and what color. Can there be a better man out there? Nay, I tell you. Not so. Last, I love him because he loves me. And that can NOT be an easy task. I don't think there is another human on the planet who would love me in all my glory. I must have charms. Big charms.
So, on the Eve before the eve of our 10th wedding anniversary, I wish to my Mr. Pinkie enough strength and love to be married to me for 10 more years + 50.
XOXOXO