Today is a momentous occasion. An occasion that only happens once a year. And this time it a big one. It is the …. nope, not gonna say which occurrence. I actually have learned something after all these years. Every once in a while I do keep my mouth shut or my pen silent. Not often mind you, but it can happen.
So happy birthday to my wife, Nancy Baldwin Carnell. Or, as far too many people know her, “Saint Nancy”. That title has been given to her by various friends and work mates of mine for reasons that I cannot fathom but that seem to have something to do with the temperament required to put up with my. Yes, I know that can’t be right. I am a joy and a delight. I am just relaying on to you what these misguided souls have said.
I will tell you this though, Nancy is a wonder. She has manager to not kill me for the near 28 years we have been married. (Not sure she didn’t consider it once or twice though.) She has also raised two wonderful kids who both love their mom and want to make the world a better place through teaching and service and giving of themselves to friends and strangers alike. I don’t know of any better testament to the parenting job she has done than the quality of our kids.
But then again, there are our spoiled rotten animals. And the ways she attempts to spoil other people’s pets. What is it with her and wanting all dogs, cats, and other furry creatures to have a happy and loving life? I can say for sure that there is something going on with that. Heck, she even bakes for our dogs. Our dogs are so spoiled now that they don’t want to eat out-of-the-box dog bones. They require Nancy’s special home made dog treats. And they have figured out that they get one of these treats when they come back inside from going out in to the yard to do their business. Now they go outside just so they can turn around, come back in, and get another treat. It is a racket I tell you, and Nancy is the enabler of such behavior.
So, let me just say Happy Birthday to my wife. Here is to Nancy for all she does, for all she creates, for all she helps the rest of us do, and yes, for all she tirelessly puts up with when it comes to me, my hobbies, my personality, and my less than mainstream sense of humor.
And here is hoping she keeps harassing us for at least another 50 years again! Oh drat, I let her age slip. Shame on me.