One of the kindest things the Lord did for me after He redeemed me from a futile way of living, was to give me a wonderful man who has loved me now for 34 years (33 of those years married to this mench [that means "real man" in Yiddish, in case you didn't know]). Of those who walk this earth, Robert is my best friend...forever.
This morning my best friend gifted me with this darling birthday poem:
Now you have to know that the lines in the third stanza are a long running joke between Robert and me - "Why you're the prettiest, loveliest girl for your age that I've ever seen." He always says this and I alway say, "For my age? Don't you know those are fighting words?" or something of that nature.
Anyway, I know what he means even if he can't help being a clown. That's just something that's in his blood. If you know Robert, you know exactly what I'm talking about. He's keeps things light and has had me in stitches since the day I met him.
Thank you, my dear Mr. Kaufman! You drive me crazy too - crazy in love that is! But that photo...oh! You should never again tell me that I cut your hair too short. You cropped off nearly all your tresses, Mr. K!