Happy birthday to my husband, Basil — 57 years young today.
This is how he looked in 1957:
Basil, 18 months.
Readers of this blog know he is a gentle soul, a good sport and basically a simple guy.
You should know he willingly allows me to assail him in this blog, and always with a smile on his face. That alone makes him a keeper, but there is more:
He has a magical ability to make me smile even when I don’t want to. His sense of humor is offbeat, but engaging. Plus, he is generous, rarely angry, never holds a grudge and has enough other winning traits that I can mostly overlook all the ingrained habits that drive me mad. 😉
I am lucky to have him and Catherine is lucky he’s her dad.
He has traditions for most everything, but I must say, I have no idea how we are celebrating today. He has not given us a clue.
As is his cross to bear, having been born so close to Thanksgiving, we will stick a candle in yesterday’s apple pie (just one; 57 might start a fire), but I don’t know what he has in mind for dinner.
All he said last night is, “No more turkey.”
Pushing on a Rope 
Happy birthday to Basil, Enjoy the celebration no mater where it takes you!!!
Posted by Mary | November 24, 2012, 3:07 pm🙂
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | November 24, 2012, 3:56 pmThis is a really sweet post. You paint a picture of a lovely husband. And he is lucky to have you too!
Posted by Rachel | November 24, 2012, 2:38 pmthanks!aw,
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | November 24, 2012, 3:57 pmI had the same thought, Kathy! He is taller, though. Happy Birthday, Basil. And enjoy whatever it is, other than turkey, you have today!
Posted by Karen Waggoner | November 23, 2012, 10:22 amThank you!
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | November 23, 2012, 11:55 amHappy birthday Basil, you haven’t changed since 1957!
Posted by Kathy | November 23, 2012, 9:01 amRight?! Hasn’t changed a bit!
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | November 23, 2012, 11:55 am