OH NO, MR. BILL!

Someone turned 43 around our house. And do not think for ONE minute that it was me. I'm way younger than that. I don't think Bill minds getting older. Maybe it's because the guy doesn't seem to age. And, if you ask me, he just keeps getting cuter and cuter.

We celebrated my Billy today with some of his favorite things.

A lunch date at Noodles...
Dinner at Red Robin with his peeps...
Switchfoot's brand new CD...
The Flirty...
Ice Cream (guess who else liked it too)...

Happy Birthday, Babe. Want you. Love you. Need You.

addendum: I was tossing and turning in the night because I felt bad about Bill's birthday. I didn't feel like I celebrated him enough. I felt like (other than the Switchfoot CD) the gift we got him wasn't something he wanted (it was clothes). Plus I said two really insensitive things to him that day. I asked for forgiveness and he granted it, but I kept replaying my rudeness in my head. And to top it all off, when he came back from his late night meeting on campus I was asleep on the couch, not welcoming him home with birthday wishes and kisses.

So this morning I went to tell him how sorry I was and before I could get anything out he hugged me and said "Thank you for making my birthday special." Once again, this man has shown me what God is like. Instead of focusing on what I didn't do, he focused on the fact that we were together. He was grateful for the gifts I gave him in love. And, best of all, he was forgiving...even when I couldn't forgive myself. So now, instead of thinking "I should have done more", I am relishing the fact that I have a love like this. Exactly what I want to do in my relationship with God.

Speaking of what God is like, check this out...

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