Once upon a time there was a little boy. He lived with his family on a farm in Kansas. He grew up building things and taking them apart (just ask his mom about the go-cart incident). He was, and still is, a hard worker. I think he learned it from his dad.
He also learned to grow things and harvest them. They grew crops on this Kansas farm and the little boy learned, at an early age, how to drive big machines like combines and tractors and grain trucks. When you grow up on a family farm, everybody has to pitch in and help. The little boy learned to drive a car when he was eleven (just ask his mom about the driving incident).
The little boy grew up to be a fine athlete. He played any sport he could and excelled at them all. Especially football.
He was a quarterback in high school and junior college and worked hard at that, as well. Not only was he a good athlete, he was also a good student. His brain worked overtime to figure out how things work and how they could work better. He became an engineer.
The little boy grew up - oh boy did he grow up. Then I married him. And had babies with him. The end.
Not really. There's more . . . .
Now the little boy is a man. He has a family and he works hard to take care of them. The strong work ethic is paying off - we're a high maintenance bunch. He is a tender-hearted, strong, loving servant to our family. Today is the little boy's birthday. He is 49 years old.
Happy birthday sweetheart. You are the love of my heart.