mooshy stuff

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A shout-out!  Hooray!  Whoopee!  Bingo Bango Bongo!  Super duper Happy Birthday to the love of my life, my sweetie, my Rita.  Baby girl, sweetie, sugar plum and all that mushy rot that we say to one another but not in public.
We are with one another 24/7.  We talk, work, worry, plan, tease, fuss with each other.  I can't imagine it with anyone else.  I can't imagine.  Just you.  Nobody else.
You are my whole world.  The few times I go to the store alone, I can't wait to get home.
You make me laugh. 
You figure out the detective show WAY before I do.  You got some smarts there kiddo.
You are my best friend.
Sometimes it seems you are my only friend.
I love growing old with you.  We try to keep each other young, but old age still advances.  I like it with you. 
I love sitting on the porch and drinking our coffee. 
We talk.  Well mostly you, but I get to say things once in a while.  And you listen.  You really listen.
It is a choice we both make each day.  You choose to spend the day with me.  You choose to love me.  You choose me. 
I love you so much it hurts sometimes.  I have been sucker punched by cupid.  It is incurable.  And I don't ever want it to change.
You are stuck with me babe.  Happy birthday!