30 thoughts for 30 years.

one: he makes me smile. a lot. even when i am mad ( well a few hours after.)
two: who do you know that grew up on border town in texas and doesn't speak a word of spanish... yup that would be my boy.

three: patient.

four: he grows out his nails so he can scratch my back. he is embarrassed to show white.. but i sure do love it!

five: justin has an obsession with new (or used) t-shirts and is ALWAYS on the hunt.

six: he likes the projects i give him.. and is gearing up for a painting extravaganza.

seven: he never complains.

eight: justin always exceeds my expectations... which are pretty high.

nine: when i want to share food he always will.. and even lets me eat it all. i know he knows i feel better cos we are sharing.

ten: we get to fight over who eats more special k. i swear before i even get a bowl the box is gone! eleven: he is a true people - watcher!

twelve: i have turned him into a vegetarian and he doesn't even mind.

thirteen: loves to cuddle and watch movies on friday nights.

fourteen: justin wanted an el camino for his birthday.

fifteen: he only makes me do hang-man with our primary class and he takes care of the rest.

sixteen: justin is a dang good brownie maker.

seventeen: justin is never allowed to cut his own hair again...

eighteen: justin would wear the same outfit everyday if he could. yet he... (see nineteen)

nineteen: justin acts like a kid in candy store when shopping... he comes right home and puts on all his new goods.

twenty: the laundry is justin's baby... and he does it well. he hasn't ruined one item of clothing yet.. this i consider a great accomplishment.

twenty-one: he has prescription goggles. basket-ball goggles.

twenty-two: i call justin puppy, and he likes it.

twenty-three: he bribes me to work out.

twenty-four: justin loves music...and i mean LOVES... but refuses to sing (even in church) and plays no intsruments.

twenty-five: justin is calm... calmlikeabomb (one of his passwords)

twenty-six: justin's curls are uncontrollable... and i love them!

twenty-seven: he looks good doing push-ups.

twenty-eight: justin could sit in silence. he only talks when he has something to say. frustrating... yet endearing.

twenty-nine: justin is a smarty pants. he teaches me a lot...and he enjoys watching the history channel.

thirty: i love you justypie and i am glad you are mine. here's to thirty more years (and hopefully more.. cos 60 is not too old.)