Ode to Grass(Jeff)

So last night I asked my husband...can I write you a nice "ode" for your birthday and put it on my blog?  The response, after a smirk, was..." wouldn't that just seal my public shame?"....shouldn't you just write some ode to grass or something? Really? Grass? Jonah, in a British lady's voice said,, "yes, it would be a lovely poem about how earthy smelling the grass is, as I put a lovely skirt on and dance around"..ha..ha..ha..Josiah then added..." what's an ode?". Argggghh. Heckling and disrespect. Fine. No romantic ode for you Mister. I went to bed, somewhat wounded. Around 3 am, I awoke to an irritated, slightly sarcastic nag in my dream state. An ode is generally a tribute to someone or something that is lyrical in nature, sometimes set to music. I could not get this out of my head...
There was a wiseguy from Manteno
Found himself suddenly single in Reno
Sitting day after day, sadly pining away
For the wife of his youth gone astray.
"If I'd only been kinder...I'd know where to find her"
His lament only spoke to the wind.

So the moral of this story is...I love my husband. Grateful for another year to be heckled for being a girl. So grateful for his protection, loving embraces, and the way he "washes me with the Word".  Happy Birthday Kool breeze. You're my favorite;)