Wednesday, February 4, 2009
it's his birthday
My husband is wonderful.
He's funnier than me
I love that he lets me play the comedian in public, but the truth is he makes me laugh 24/7.
He's a super hero kinda Dad
My mother has said countless times, "I wish I had a father like you."
He makes my job(s) so much easier
He not only washed the easy dishes, but he tackled the chili pot last night. And he told me that it was perfectly fine if he came home to the bed full of laundered clothes, that he'd help me fold them. (I really despise folding clothes.)
He is successful in the marketplace.
They are making him the CEO of Wells Fargo this Friday. (I'm kidding, but he's great. Really! I'm just ridiculously thankful that he has a job!!!)
He must be the most patient man on Earth, because...
He's married to me.
He loves me and football. Together.
He gives me a back massage as long as I watch football (or anything, really) with him.
He has the quickest reflexes in the West.
I throw everything his way. That's why I like the above picture so much. (It's moments before he caught a football.) He rarely misses a pass. Dirty diapers, laundry, frozen meat, keys, everything. He loves to catch. And I love to watch.
He helps me with everything.
He is the guy I go to with my problems. You know how they say that women just want to be heard? You know, just air their frustrations? I don't think that's me. I want him to fix my problems and give me advice. He's good at that.
I love him and know that I don't really deserve such goodness. Praise be to God for my husband, Brent.
Happy Birthday, "Big Time"**!
**that's what they call him at work.