half of our lives

my honey turned thirty-six yesterday.

which means we are approaching the point of knowing each other for half of our lives.  from this year on, we will have spent more years with each other than without.

this feels big.

 many of you who read this blog, know my husband well.  some of you not at all.  here are some reasons he is my one-of-a-kind pie-in-the-sky number-one main squeeze.

when he was a little boy, he would attack the cookie jar and shove his face full of cookies while his mom was on the phone.  he had her just how he wanted her...distracted.

at a young age, he would perform beatles songs to himself in the mirror.

he would wake up before the others on saturday mornings, watch cartoons and challenge himself to see how many grapes he could fit in his mouth before his family came downstairs.

he sings in the shower.

he cries at sports movies.  only.  not on his wedding day or the birth of his children.  bawls like a baby during 'field of dreams'.  don't even get me started on 'rudy'.

he's a phone talker and a note writer.

he only wears cowboy boots or birkenstocks.

he is fiercely loyal.  to everything and everyone.  he has a hard time letting go of people and concert tshirts from 1995.

he makes friends easily.  he will say hello to someone and then explain to me that he knew that guy from his college geology lab or preschool or that it was his friend's neighbor two doors down.

he meditates every morning.

he had 215 cubs hats, 5 thousand widespread panic tshirts and approximately a million grateful dead tshirts.  and he wants more.  he never has enough tshirts.

he is a hard worker.

he laughs at his own jokes (usually before the punchline).

he is a rule following hippy.

he has a bleeding heart.

he never kills a bug.  he catches it and ushers it outside.

freaks. me. out.

he would eat a cheeseburger for every meal if it were socially acceptable.

he would give you the shirt off his back.

he knows the fourth song of the second set of a grateful dead show in new jersey from 1972.  it's insane.

he tells me i'm beautiful every day.

it is so much fun to see some of these traits pop up in our children.

man, are we lucky.

happy birthday, chris bo.

you're my favorite.