Every year on my birthday, anniversary and Valentines I torture The Husband by saying “You don’t have to get me anything. All I want is a poem okay?” Knowing full well that The Husband would probably never write me a poem professing his undying love for me, and instead he would run to the nearest mall immediately. And although I love the thoughtful gifts he buys me, I really do mean it; I would trade them all for a LOVE poem. Well, this year Tucker eavesdropped overheard the whole thing. And for my birthday he gave me this poem (since that was what I wanted right?). I think it may have been done in quite a hurry, given the spelling errors. And no we do not hang large Altoids on our tree even though he wrote ‘OrnaMINTS’. But It still paints a lovely picture doesn’t it? After all ‘that is how you do Chrismis’ in case you were wondering. .
*Publishing Note: Swedish Rock Band #4 will post this evening! Come back for a good laugh…
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Just love him.
Yes, I definitely want Tucker to marry one of my daughters. I will let him choose, and I might even throw in a cow and a chicken, though I’ll have to go buy them first.