A Day Over 44

What can brighten up the bleak midwinter of January?
What can sweep away the oppressive weather, depressive funk, and general overall grayness?

A birthday or two, that's what I like to say.

And it's not just {anybody}'s birthday today... 

it's that hard-working, 

long-suffering, 

parental-sacrificing, 

endlessly driving, 

bread-winning, 

diligently serving, 

wife-supporting 

man of mine('s).

And he doesn't look a day over

39.

I'm wondering where Mar is too...

she must have been asleep, since we tend to celebrate Bill's birthdays in the late-night hours.  Or maybe she was busy doing something like this:

And he certainly hasn't aged since the big 4-0.

Forty-one,

forty-two,

forty-three,

and forty-four

only saw changes in those around him.

Bill remains ageless,

don't you think?

So, even though he certainly doesn't look a day over 44,

he is.

Happy 45th, baby.