There once was a boy

Named Jeremy Max.

A good small town sort of boy. With some big time dreams. A lot of guts and go-to. And the prettiest blue eyes you ever did see.

Even when he means business. Which has been known to happen from time to time.  (Particularly when discussing politics.)

But most of the time those baby blues are crinkled behind a wrinkly twinkly smile.

Oh how I love that smile.

I hope today is an all-smile kind of day.

Happy Birthday, Hun!  Love your guts.

Love,

your Janegirl

(note: Jeremy had a fantastic birthday. He ended up coming home a little early from work and got to play with Raymond more than usual (we pulled out the pots and pans! Such music fun was never before seen!) and read some of his new book (thanks Mom!). Many thanks to all the well wishers, phone callers, package senders, and blog commenters for making his birthday so great!)