Mr. Wonderful Turns 50!

Braking News...

We interrupt this story to tell the world that fifty years ago today, the globe came to a screeching halt as it welcomed a beautiful bouncing, blond haired, blue-eyed, baby boy.

His happy parents never considered their unborn child might be a boy, so they only had one name picked out. Diana Lynn. Thankfully, they didn't call him Diana Lynn, but the little boy went home without a name.

Not to worry. After a few days, they finally figured out what to do. Even though he was their second-born son, he was named after his father and made a "Junior."

His petite little mama kindly reflects on the momentous occasion of the birth as she remembers how her little boy, weighing in at just over 9 pounds, came with a set of chompers and left the hospital eating baby food. Her little baby boy grew very quickly as he ate her out of house and home. We're serious, folks. He literally ate his bed. The doctor was horrified.

The little boy grew and grew and grew and so did his number of siblings. There were six boys in all. They never did get to use the name Diana Lynn.

The days and years came and went. He worked hard. He put himself through school. And he worked hard some more.

Then something happened. Something quite unexpected. He met her.

His name was changed to Mr. Wonderful when he married the girl who loved him with all her heart. She knew he was the kindest man she had ever met. He loved her and took care of her and treated her like she was a princess. He was everything she had read about in fairy tales except he was real.

Loving.
Gentle.
Kind.
Genuine.
Humble.
Patient.
Good.
Faithful.

and Wonderful.

I love you, Mr. Wonderful.

Happy Birthday!



P.S. I love you again.

Braking News!

We just had lunch together and this was part of a conversation going on as we talked about Charles Dickens' Great Expectations.

Specifically, Rachel was talking about Pip...how his parents were dead, how he went to live with his sister and her husband, two people who were very poor, and that he only owned one set of clothes (tragic!). That is, until he went to live with Miss Havisham.

And so we pick-up the conversation here...

Rachel

"So when Pip went to live with the old lady, he thought he was all Hooty-tooty."

Me, laughing hysterically

"Hooty-tooty?! Did you just say Hooty-tooty?! Do you mean Hoity-toity?! It's Hoity-toity!"

I don't know, maybe you just had to be there. We all just laughed and laughed. I even told her this was a newsworthy "blog" moment. "Great, just great!" she said.

Now about a minute later Caleb screams, "Chicken!" which you need to understand takes on a whole new meaning at our house. Now we're all laughing hysterically.

Some time ago, I had meat from the freezer thawing on the counter top. Rachel went up and took a look at it and, filled with excitement, let out a little scream, "Chicken!" That wouldn't have been a big deal except the thawing meat was actually pork chops, which everyone knows looks nothing like chicken.

And so at our house we call these little slips Rachel's Euphemisms. They are so adorable and wonderful and memorable. Thank you, Sweetie, for bringing us so much joy and allowing us to laugh together.

And listen, yes, I know how to spell Breaking news. But I didn't want it to say Breaking news. I am not, after all, CNN or Fox News. I wanted it to say braking news on purpose! So there.