I know that it isn’t easy being married to me.
I would have to think it would be like living in a daily episode of “I Love Lucy”. Except Lucy would be hosting a home improvement show gone bad.
Jeff has arrived home to the yard on fire, the ceiling torn out, and just this week-the bathtub disappeared.
Much like Ricky Ricardo, he spoke a foreign language when he assessed my latest project.
I can always see the finished product.
As much as I love him, he lacks my vision.
Reagen’s advice was simple. “Mom, just get it back together. He’ll be okay.”
She was right. And he is.
Today is his birthday.
51 years old.
I will try to give you a break today Jeffrey.
I know that I have aged you in 16 years.
But if I do say so myself, you have aged well.
I love you for the way you light up with a baby.
And when special needs kids attract to you like a magnet, I have to think they see your heart.
Your reputation has always been a tough guy and I loved that.
It made me feel safe. And protected.
With Daddy gone, you mean more to me than ever before.
But the best of you is behind the scenes.
The advice.
The common sense.
And the fact that you will take care of this family and all that it requires.
I love you Jeffrey Lynn.
And so do the kids.
And the grandbabies.
From the voice of the West Blocton Fighting Tiger Band to the Mayor of Woodstock, you wear many hats.
I apologize for the need for the hard hat earlier this week.
But you are going to love it, just trust me…
Charlene
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