Happy Birthday, Husband

That short little man in the orange jump suit is all kinds of awesome, but the guy flashing the hippie/seven-year-old girl peace sign is my favorite.  Tomorrow is his 37th Birthday.  I like that as we get older the number of years we've known each other becomes greater than the years we didn't.  It means we belong to each other more.

I'd rather hang out with him than anyone.  He's a little weird, but his weirdness is funny.  Like he recently referred to my upcoming gynecological appointment as, "going in for a tune up."  He's a master of slap stick, much to the delight of our kids.

When he's away our lives are different; paused, in a getting by kind of way.  When he's home we're moving forward together.  He knows our kids and what they need well, sometimes better than I do and that kind of ticks me off.

He knows and loves me well, and I feel delighted in.

He's going gray and I really like it.