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happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...

While I try to steer clear of overt mushiness on my blog, sometimes I decide to just go ahead with it against all better judgement. Today is one of those days.

Passengers, if you feel like continuing on this ride, make sure you have a barf-bag next to you at all times.

Ready? You sure? Last chance? Okay, here we go:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST, MOST WONDERFUL MAN IN THE WORLD!!

Thank you for being so kind, caring and fun. And for making me the happiest girl alive.







Alright, ride over. Feel free to disembark once it's at a complete stop.

Comments

Ash said…
Sweet. :) Love the picture with the cat.
lucy and sarah said…
How sweet! He's cool and so is the cat!!!
koralee said…
So sweet...happy birthday to him! xo
ellie's desk said…
This is so nice..and sweet. Wishing you both a great time..and the kitty too.
Anonymous said…
Too cute!!!
Good to have love.
:-) xxxxx
keishua said…
aww!! so, sweet. I love the mister with the cat. A man with a pet cat is always a winner.
~BB~ said…
sometimes blog mushiness is okay! And your readers (I more specifically) don't mind it at all! Happy birthday to your loved one!
Tiq said…
Happy Birthday to your man !!
becky said…
Romance and love and affection is truly a beautiful thing---never apologise for it! x
Jessica said…
Aww, I love this kind of schmoopiness. :) It's worth crowing about when you've found someone wonderful.
Miyan said…
happy birthday to yo' man! love your kitty. i sweat cats, especially kittens....

Miyan

www.miyan-overseas.blogspot.com

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