My wife is 35 today.
Laura loves well. She is lovely and lovely and lovelier. She is beyond compare; she satisfies my heart.
Laura is pregnant with our sixth child, which brings the Mongol Horde up to five, since our daughter Torey lives with Jesus. She's about 14-weeks pregnant and is due near the end of February. These children are blessed to have such a mother.
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument, all bare, is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
O! blame me not, if I no more can write!
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;
And more, much more, than in my verse can sit,
Your own glass shows you when you look in it.
- Shakespeare, Sonnet 103
Laura, my life, I love you.