The Coach has a birthday today, so I’ll try not speak about myself because it’s all about my special guy today.
*realizes this can not easily happen*
Really, though, where would he be without me? If not for me, he probably would have ended up with someone even MORE high maintenance or a psychopath or worse yet, a HIGH MAINTENANCE PSYCHOPATH. We all know one…
How stinking cute? I wish he still had this outfit; I know he’d look hawwwt in it.
We met when I was just about to turn 18 and he was 19 going on 20; I didn’t have much of a choice to love him after he netted me; this is what Tinder looked like in 1985.
It was a few weeks later when I realized that he was a chippendale dancer; that explained why he always had a nice amount of cash. Hey, I’m NO dummy!
Please note, even though he always had money in his pocket, he decided to NOT waste any of that money on shirts; to this day, he’s still a wise spender.
Way back in 1985, seeing/hearing him talk on the phone for a considerable amount of time should have been my warning: this guy likes to talk. And he’s still on the phone quite a bit, minus the cord.
All kidding aside. I won the lottery by going on that blind date in 1985; he’s the best of the best. An amazing husband to me, (who is NOT a psychopath) a wonderful father to our girls, a dedicated mentor to countless young ladies that he’s coached over the years, and a trusted/loving friend to many.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if the world were full of men like Coach with his heart, his integrity, there would be world peace.
BTW: He always wears a shirt now, and they’re generally pretty expensive. Go figure.
Happy birthday to my main squeeze.