(But Norm lets me have my way most the time….just one reason why I keep him.)

Let’s get this party post started, shall we?

Opposites attract. That’s what they say. It’s true. Let me demonstrate how:

Him                                                     Her

Math………………………………………………………….Liberal Arts
Rappel from buildings…………………………………Crochet from couch
Water skiing………………………………………………Alpine Skiing
Beach………………………………………………………..Mountain
Rider………………………………………………………….Writer
Summer……………………………………………………..Winter
Dog…………………………………………………………….Cat
SWAT Team……………………………………………….Book Club
Carnivore…………………………………………………..Herbivore
Action………………………………………………………..Cogitation
Brunette…………………………………………………….Blonde
Country……………………………………………………..Rock

(Bet you thought that he was “rock” and I was “country,” didn’t you? Now don’t go judging books, mind you.)

Norm and I have found common ground in what we value: honesty, fidelity, loyalty, family, and elbow grease. I also value that he puts up with a lot from two girly-girls.

One year he took me and Jillian to Laura Ingalls Wilder’s house in Mansfield, Missouri. Not because he was enamored of the Little House books, but because we were.

Bless his heart, he played tea party and listened to Jillian’s incessant chatter when he came home from work, though he doesn’t like sweets and probably would have preferred to listen to the evening news.

Even when I was discouraged, he prodded me ever so gently to continue searching for a publisher for Marie Landry.

He has given our family a home (several over the years, in fact) and has never left my side, neither in sickness nor in health.

My list could go on for pages, but in deference to my reticent man, let me close with one more thought:

Happy Six-Oh to my dream-maker – we’ve loved each other for thirty years and I hope for a hundred more! ∞