Saturday, January 23, 2010

Mr. C. is Twenty Three.

It's true.
I am no longer a cougar.
Today, Mr. C. is 23, just like me.
On this day last year, he came up to me at a party.
I wound up being his BEST birthday present.

And the rest is history.
History that can be viewed right here:

Twenty-two was a fabulous, wonderful, fun, totally unexpected year dear lover.
Twenty-three will be even better.

I love you something fierce.