Today's is the hubs' Name Day! Some odd years ago today the amazing, sexy man beast of a husband of mine was born. We've been together for the last seven years and I'm still amazed how lucky I got. He's kind, and caring, he hugs kittens and puppies, he let's me have the last bite of desert, he let's me pick what to watch on TV, he finishes the laundry I start and then forget about, he remembers my birthday and our anniversary, he's even been known to draw me hot bubble baths just because. He's generous and ambitious and humble and wise and even after he's busted his ass at an often 12-13 hour work day, he still manages to come home and find the energy to try to make me smile and laugh and dip and kiss me. He reins in my crazy when I just can't manage it, his patience picks up when my runs out, and he has somehow managed to survive the last 7 clumsy years with yours truly relatively unscathed. He has saved me from countless bugs, has changed out the battery to my car in the sweltering summer heat - in his work clothes mind you - so that I can go about my day and not wait the several hours for our tow service. He doesn't even laugh at me when I tell him that I managed to convince myself that there were zombies outside our garage and so I had to get in the car and lock the door before I could open the garage door so that I would be ready to run them over and not get eaten while trying to get in my car.
Happy birthday, Juan. Thanks for letting me tag long for the ride. Love you like woah.
