My Man Rocks!

Happy 41st Birthday, Joe!

You are like the soothing sound of strumming guitar chords,

the calm of Christ in my chaos,

consistent as the rising sun,

constant and unchanging.

You are the peanut butter and I am the jelly.

You are the chocolate and I am the nuts.

I’d really prefer to be chocolate

but

I’m not nuttier than you.

This year I pray the plans of our Lord

unfold for you,

that your joy will be full

and

your cup runs over.

I love you!

Your Angel

or

if you still prefer,

Your Angle