It’s Jamie’s 39th birthday today.
If you’re looking for some sappy post about how wonderful, amazing and perfect the love of my life is, look elsewhere.
He is, after all, the man who ditched me post-childbirth because he was sicker than a dog.
OK, so maybe I might have said, “You’re useless to me. Go home and get better.”
His work, after all, was done after the “difficult” task of conception.
Almost seven years into our marriage, I am continually amazed and humbled to be married to such a great guy. In this tough economy, he launched his own web development company and works his butt off to make it profitable. He is the king of the one-liners and makes me laugh every day. He’s had more medical issues than Job and often lives in chronic pain but rarely complains. He is always loving and supportive of my dreams. He likes The Children when I do not. And most importantly, he makes the world a lot brighter just by living in it.
Even if it is a blinding shade of orange.
His college buddy Todd recently told me that Jamie has a heart of gold and that I am married to one of his favorite people in the world.
I couldn’t agree with him more.
Happy birthday to my very own Lord of the Gourds!
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 