Day Thirty - Four or My Rock

What do you do when your rock needs you to be the rock? I have a terrific Rock of Gibraltar kind of guy. He's followed me all over the map, indulges my constant ramblings of moving to some Greek coastal town with crystal blue waters, and he even reads my blog. Turns out, though, he could use a little Gibraltar himself. So, tonight I dedicate my blog to the man who gives me strength and a desire to push myself to be better, even when it annoys him beyond sanity.

Since lately, I seem to be only able to express myself through song lyrics and since my husband does not share my appreciation for sappy music, I will avoid a lengthy diatribe but I'll say this...I won't last a day without you (him).

Okay, Karen Carpenter said it first, but don't tell my husband.