33

He turned 33 today. He is getting old and I think I love him more because of it. Growing old with someone that you knew at a younger age is a beautiful thing. I get to realize the changes. The security, the maturing. He is everything I could want, he really is. He isn't perfect but he is perfect for me. As we drove away from Lowe's today (it is his birthday and he said he wanted to go to his favorite store...) I saw an elderly couple with a rough gait, wrinkles, gray hair all the marks of "old" and I said, "that is us in another 40 years" and he said, "I can't wait". Tomorrow he will be 33 and a day, I will love him more.