A Penny For My Thoughts

Happy Birthday Mrs. Wein

By Paul Wein

Tomorrow is Julie’s birthday. While anyone’s birthday is significant when it comes around, this one is a little more special – it is her first birthday as my wife.

Words cannot describe how wonderful she has been to me since we have gotten married. Don’t get me wrong, she has always been wonderful, but now – she should teach a class on how to be a wife. She is helpful, caring, enjoyable to be around and spend time with – and a true partner. When we decided to move, she had to pack up and unpack both houses by herself, because I have no more time to take off from work. This move would not have happened without her. Besides being a great wife, she is also a wonderful mother to Beavis. Granted, they fight when he does something bad and she yells at him – but that aside, you can tell that they love each other.

I am taking Julie out this weekend for her birthday she has earned it for being so good to me. What I mean by earn is while I would take her nonetheless, she did offer to cancel the weekend because I have been exhausted lately from work and travel – but I told her that she deserves the best birthday – and that is what I intend to give her.

Even though it is her birthday, I am the one who has gotten the best present of them all – a wife that truly defines the vows a man and woman pledge to each other when they stand before God and get married. I can never thank her enough or repay her for all that she does – but what I can do is be the best husband I can be for her – and love her all the days of my life.

Happy Birthday baby. I love you.

“Though I’ve tried before to tell her, of the feelings I have for her in my heart.
Every time that I come near her, I just lose my nerve as I’ve done from the start.
Do I have to tell the story, of a thousand rainy days since we first met.
It’s a big enough umbrella, but it’s always me that ends up getting wet.
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day,
and ask her if shell marry me, in some old fashioned way.
But my silent fears have gripped me long before I reach the phone.
Long before my tongue has tripped me, must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic.
Everything she do just turns me on.
Even though my life before was tragic.
Now I know my love for her goes on.”

The Police – Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic