Monday, August 23, 2010

Twenty-Six.

This guy turned 26 today:
Taken last October, 2009, Provo Canyon.  

He is getting old!  
I tease him by telling him I can now say he's in his "late twenties," and he doesn't care much for that.  It's okay, Kirk.  You and I (and most people that know you) know that you will perpetually be 15 at heart.  

Besides, for an old guy,  you still rip.  
Costa Rica, 2010. 

Happy Birthday Kirkman!  I am glad you were born 26 years ago.  You are an amazing husband, a great friend and brother, and the love of my life!  I am so very lucky that you married me. 
 (I mean, really, who else could put up with me on a daily basis besides Kirk?) 
I love you! 

4 comments:

  1. Nice closing remark. True story, my friend. ;)

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  2. I've warned Kirk repeatedly about you.

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  3. There's the perfect one, the rascally one, the grouchy one and the judgmental one, I told Kirk.

    One of them is you, I think.

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  4. I'm the grouchy one?? What? I don't see it.

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