No matter her years, Laura remains in my heart and mind an ageless wonder. Today is her birthday. It is fine with her for me to reveal her age, but a wise man still would not. I will only say it is a semi-memorable birthday, one that does not include a zero as the last digit. Daughter Kelly put it this way, “Dad, you can no longer say you have a hot, young wife. You can only say you have a hot wife.”
Ah, but I can say I have a different looking wife. Wednesday, Laura chopped off major portions of her super-thick red hair. Lamenting how hot her hair becomes in the summer, but unsure of how she would look with shorter hair again, I tagged along with her to Lou and Co. in Lawrence. There her stylist, Jennifer Hinson, and I convinced her submit to a serious shearing.
Laura wondered whether this signaled a mid-life crisis. I assured her this was only a trip back in time. Her hair was short when I first met her and then fell so deeply in love with her. That was many years ago, but it delights me to say my love for her continues to grow. Just the sight of her still stirs my soul. Happy Birthday, to my ageless wonder.