I know it’s hard to believe that THREE such cool people could all be born in April. First my agent, then me (if I say I’m cool here it makes it true because this is the web, right?) and now, on the very last day of the month, in the nick of time, my ultra-cool husband.

Seriously, you cannot even imagine what a blessing he is in my already blessed life. My husband is the best. The best what? EVERYTHING. He’s my best friend. He supports my writing with every fiber in his body. He never complains (even when he cracks a rib, which, I might add, he did just so he could help me research the amount of pain a character might feel with a cracked rib – okay, not really, but it was a bonus for me!). He makes the best omelets. He’ll eat anything I cook. He’s sweet to our kitties. He rides a bike instead of driving, both for his health and the environment’s (and because technically, he’s like a six year old boy and loves bikes). He’s a fantastic singer/songwriter/musician. He takes fabulous pictures. He is a tender heart, has a wonderful southern accent, and big smile. He does tons of volunteer work, opens doors for everyone, and sends thank you notes if you have him over for dinner. In other words, his mama raised him right.

And best of all…he loves me for exactly who I am and I love him the exact same way. Happy birthday, darlin’! I love you!