Happy Birthday, John!

He was always pretty darling. . .

. . . even as a shaven-headed Marine, graduating from boot camp at Parris Island.

But once free of the Green Thing, aka the USMC, he was able to become the bearded guy he was meant to be.

We began 'going steady' when we were sixteen and a quick glance at the numbers tells me we've been a part of each other's lives for (gasp) fifty years now.

Aye, law, hit don't seem possible.

Happy Birthday, John! And many, many more! (birthdays, not dogs, that is!)

With all my love,

~Vicki