I try to be tender…
But I also try to be strong…
I try to be good…
But not too good… not all the time… I mean I know when to be bad, if you know what I’m saying…
I try to be wise and powerful, but temper my power with thoughtfulness and always use it for the greater good…
And I also try to be solid and patient…
And most of all, I try to always keep a little bit of that reckless, daring scallywag inside me, that swashbuckling adventurer that won her heart in the first place…
And you thought I couldn’t be romantic for a whole week.. Ha!
Pouring My Art Out 
That first picture is going to haunt my dreams.
I am here to amuse and terrify…
🙂
Wonderful!
Thank you.
Seems pretty much like the right balance to me. Drinking milk as a baby and giving milk as a cow, seems like you have both ends covered 🙂
It is all about milking it… ummm… or something…
I think I missed something, is she threatening to divorce you?
I also think the baby photo needs to be your avatar.
In a few more years I can wear my own diaper.
I hope your daughters don’t see this comment.
They are going to be changing me, so no big deal. I told Jessica that when I say ‘boom boom time’ that means I dumped a load. If I can’t talk, I do two double blinks.
I stretched out Hotspur’s romantic Monday idea to a whole week just to show off.
I bet you are scoring a ton of points at home. This has been a lot of fun to read. You scalawag. 😉
She couldn’t help but notice that I turned it around to be all about me, so no, not really.
You did? Oh, well, I fell for it. Your wife is much wiser than I.
sigh… she is much wiser than all of us…
Lucky man you are.
Well there is that.
That’s not a pretty baby.
I wasn’t a pretty baby, but I ended up okay.