happy birthday

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_3.jpg Sunday is the birthday of my partner in life and love, my husband Geoffrey. He is the sweetest, most giving man that I have ever met, and I am so thankful that I was lucky enough to find him. 

You’re Hastings to my Poirot, and Watson to my Sherlock. Let’s be together for many more birthdays. I love you, Geo! 

xoxo
Emmy

9 Comments

  1. Lynn Ann king

     /  05/17/2014

    How old now?

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  2. sf

     /  01/24/2014

    He’s the Watson to your Sherlock? All right! Holmes rulz.

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  3. Geo

     /  01/20/2014

    How sweet babe:) thank you for just being you!!! Mwah!!

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  4. I’m a lil’ late, but still, happy birthday to your man!

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  5. Geoff and I worked together at Winners years ago, hahaha! :)

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  6. Geo's Mom

     /  01/17/2014

    Cute post Em! Hope you two enjoy a fun day, celebrating. Happy Birthday, Bud!

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  7. GREAT POST. VERY NICE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

    N

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  8. Jord K

     /  01/17/2014

    Happy Birthday Geo. I respect you for taking such great care of my little sister. The stache is looking great; very Watson indeed (the Jude Law version). Enjoy your day.

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  9. Mum

     /  01/17/2014

    Sweet tribute to a fine young man. Proud of you and Geo, Emma. Take care of each other.

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