Most days he makes me laugh.
Sometimes he makes me sigh.
And during that hormonal time of month,
He can even make me cry.
His waist long hair is gone (shaved off),
That he grew from a young teen.
But even with a shiny scalp,
He’s the sexiest man I’ve seen.
The way he makes my children giggle,
The smiles brought to their eyes.
I know I chose the perfect man,
As he quiets their plaintive cries.
Sure, sometimes I want to strangle him,
Because of all the buttons he pushed.
But before I can plot his untimely death,
My murderous plans are shushed.
He gives me the look from long ago
And my insides start to swish.
I reread my engraved wedding band,
The words, “As you wish.”
Through thick and thin, the smooth and rough,
Or being “mostly dead”.
He’s my CG—The Computer God,
Husband. Fab Father. The End.
Happy 9th wedding anniversary, honey!