In a warmer life in Texas I had a wise friend, Micah, age 4. Her parents followed the Southern custom of teaching their kids to address all adults as "Mr." or "Miss." Micah tried to remember dh's name but always settled for a named that rhymed with his. She called him "Mr. Heaven."
The picture above doesn't do Mr. Heaven justice. Well, in a way it does, as it depicts him chugging a sweet, dark liquid (although it's normally Pepsi One and not chocolate syrup). Not to mention that the context of the photo (a very silly moment at the dinner table with the boys) occurs very frequently.
I don't blog much about Mr. Heaven because I'm afraid that such a post would deteriorate into a jumbled mix of Celine Dion lyrics and Hallmark Valentine's Day card sentiments. Suffice it to say that being married to Mr. Heaven--an even-keeled man with a ready laugh and a loyal heart--has made me very happy indeed.
6 comments:
What an apt nickname! I am sure we would have called him that in college if the name had occurred to us. Of course, with the chin scar and dark good looks, I for one, figured he had some mafia ties and a fascinating past riddled with adventure and possibly crime. Yeah, I was a pathetic, romance-starved sap.
Anyway, great post!
Awwwww!!!! Even without the Celine lyrics it is super sweet!
love it. and love Mr. Heaven.
Mr. Heaven is one lucky guy to have YOU.
Okay, that was a cute post. So does this make you "Mrs. Heaven"?
:0)
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