My Future Husband

I'd like to introduce you all to my (future) husband, Bob. Isn't he handsome? I love his "rainbow face" and blue hair, that prominent belly button, and the way he's opening his arms wide to give me a hug. He's decidedly dreamy. I met him last week when I visited my friend Olivia and her family. Her daughter Sydney, age 4, and I were painting in the kitchen when she announced she was going to draw a picture of my husband. I was eager to see what she knew about the man I will marry. Fifteen minutes later, my years of searching and wondering were over, as I saw my future husband materialize on the paper. It's about time!

Sydney originally said that my husband's name was Mimby. Right. I told her I couldn't marry a man named Mimby; I needed someone with a more masculine (and normal) name. After I made a few suggestions, Syd settled on Bob. When I asked her what Bob did for a living, what his job was, she replied, "To make money." Works for me!

Here's the picture Syd painted of me (with a bright sun in the sky). I think Bob and I will make a lovely couple, don't you?