I think this was one of the first pictures John sent me right after I met him.
I carried it around with me everywhere. I couldn't get enough of looking at him. I told my mother after my first visit up to Boston that I met the guy I was going to marry.
She said, "That's nice."
It was love at first sight and 41 years later he still makes me smile.
He's not 62 years old or young he is just himself.
He's funny, witty, smart, cute as a button, handy dandy, upright and above ground, lovable and romantic. He firm but fair. He is steady as a rock. He knows how to read people, talk to anybody, have fun, put up with his unpredictable wife and I think the best father and grandfather around.
He's given the winter gloves from his car to someone on the street who needed them more than him.
He's stopped the car to help an inebriated woman get her mattress upstairs to her apartment.
He's done unexpected things for people and always lived up to whatever he said he would do.
He has his faults but they are few. He's my Zeus and I'm his Hera.
Happy Birthday to you, you old goat.