In the middle of my sniffly morning, I look over at Hubby and all I can think to say is, "I'm turning 40, sweetie."
He's 43. He's been there. And when he turned 40, I did what I could to let him know that 40 was no big deal, that he was as hot as ever, that he had a lot of adventure ahead of him, that he was just hitting his stride, really, with enough experience and wisdom to pull it all off.
I figured I'd get some of that back. Here's a quote:
"Not 'til October, Christine. Don't come cryin' to me! Forty? I KNOW."
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Such a guy way to respond.
Oh wait, he is a guy. :)
ahhh, husbands...
:-0 :-0 :-0 It's okay. You can pay him back at 50. :-)
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