63 Reasons I’m Crazy About You
Jan Leslie, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I’m crazier about you more than ever.
Here are 63 reasons you might like to know–just sayin.
One, you love Jesus more than me.
Two, family matters to you, bigtime.
Three, your gift of encouragement.
Four, your gift of mercy.
Five, your gift of music–piano every night!
Six, your love for creation.
Seven, your passion for taking pictures of just about everything.
Eight, your compassion for the hurting.
Nine, your love of my cooking.
Ten, your inquisitive nature.
Eleven, your delight in other people’s stories.
Twelve, your joy in playing games.
Thirteen, your Costco joke.
Fourteen, your incredible smile.
Fifteen, your guarding of our oneness.
Sixteen, your ministry of greeting cards.
Seventeen, your ministry of soup making.
Eighteen, your willingness for me to rub your feet.
Nineteen, your reading through the Little House books with me.
Twenty, your partnership in doing hospitality.
Twenty-one, your insistence that we walk and workout.
Twenty-two, your healthcare experience for my aging body.
Twenty three, your infectious laugh.
Twenty-four, your modesty.
Twenty-five, your gracious, forgiving spirit.
Twenty-six, your being easily led.
Twenty-seven, your generosity.
Twenty-eight, your courage in facing the unknown.
Twenty-nine, your view of every little child as “How cute!”
Twenty-nine, your hope one day to see a moose.
Thirty, your flexibility (middle name).
Thirty-one, your fierce desire to know more.
Thirty-two, your teachability.
Thirty-three, your commitment to discipleship.
Thirty-four, your fear of God.
Thirty-five, putting your hand to this plow.
Thirty-five, for teaching me to pursue my grandkids more.
Thirty-six, for telling me “I’m proud of you.”
Thirty-seven, for watching some football with me.
Thirty-eight, for editing my writing.
Thirty-nine, for laughing every time I say that thing.
Forty, for wanting to understand me better.
Forty-one, for being willing to live in Idaho.
Forty-two, for actually liking the mobile home.
Forty-three, for walking by faith and not by sight.
Forty-four, for shooting straight with me.
Forty-five, for not expecting me to read your mind.
Forty-six, for letting me say the same words to you every night.
Forty-seven, for never going to sleep at night angry at me.
Forty-eight, for loving the mountains as much as I do.
Forty-nine, for letting me abscond with you to Idaho.
Fifty, for being totally gorgeous.
Fifty-one, for being my very best friend.
Fifty-two, for being my cheerleader.
Fifty-three, for doing premarital counseling with me.
Fifty-four, for never shaming me.
Fifty-five, for being quick to forgive.
Fifty-six, for loving to grocery shop.
Fifty-seven, for not loving any other kind of shopping.
Fifty-eight, for always believing the best.
Fifty-nine, for loving to drive as much as possible.
Sixty, for being so relationally wired.
Sixty-one, for NEVER being insecure about a statement about Nancy.
Sixty-two, for loving me so fiercely, truly, and unconditionally.
Sixty-three, for making this way too easy for me.
I love you, BG!
May the Lord grant us many happy returns together.