Thirty-Two
Tuesday, December 8th, 2009Happy birthday to the man who:
- I flirted with 12 years ago tonight while wearing a green v-neck sweater when we went head-to-head on N64 wrestling. (I will never forget that somehow Collette knew it was your birthday that night but I didn’t; I really wish I’d wished you a happy 20th birthday.)
- Uprooted his wife and three young children to a tiny little trailer in the middle of nowhere in southern Manitoba, so he could go to seminary (and do unbelievably, amazingly well in all his classes).
- Has picked up every dead mouse and touched every mouse turd that has come to said trailer.
- Still takes the time to play with his kids even when he has papers and exams and not enough time for anything.
- Looks just as handsome in his bathrobe, with shower hair, at 7:30 in the morning than he did on his wedding day (and he looked good on his wedding day).
- Is more patient and caring and gracious than I could ever imagine or deserve.
I love you buddy. Happy birthday. And just so you know, if I could, I would buy you the biggest box of Q-tips in the world. Because I want you to have all the Q-tips you deserve.
happy birthday! ur hubby is a year younger than mine!
Travis turns 33 tomorrow.
“I would buy you the biggest box of Q-tips in the world. Because I want you to have all the Q-tips you deserve.”
That made me grin.
So, so nice, Dixie!! Happy Birthday, Marc (even though you don’t know me! ha!)
I remember being so happy when Duane took time to play with the boys when he was so busy with fire college too! Have a super day! 
They come in boxes of 400. I have one in my bathroom because I apparently share Marc’s affinity for their cottony ear-cleaning goodness. Have you thought about buying him one of those?
Happy birthday Marc!
happy happy birthday Marc!