On Tuesday (tomorrow), my lovely bride turns 32.
Or, as Dale put it, “really old.”
Now, I know this is where I should put up some sappy, romantic blog post that’s all hearts and flowers and rainbows and unicorns.
I’m not quite that romantic.
So I’m going to share my top 5 things I love about Amy that aren’t politically correct.
1. When I break wind while we’re watching a movie in the living room, she doesn’t get up to leave or throw something at me. She just looks at me with a sarcastic look and says “really?” Then again, her sarcastic comments hit about the same as a pillow to the head.
2. When she burns dinner or it comes out as something Gordon Ramsay wouldn’t send back but rather set fire to she acknowledges it BEFORE I eat it. I still have to eat it. She just acknowledges ahead of time that it’s really going to stink.
3. She never uses my towel in the bathroom and drops it on the floor. Nope. She hangs it right back so when I get out of the shower there’s a cold, moist towel hanging there waiting for me. She always makes sure the creases are just right so I can’t tell it’s been used. Isn’t that sweet of her?
5. She has never once locked our children in the closet because they were acting like a bunch of screaming banshees on Red Bull. Never once locked it.
Isn’t she wonderful?
OK, those items were exaggerated for comedic effect (except number 2 which is real) and I know that she has the sense of humor to appreciate this post. That’s one of the things I really love about her.
Along with her ability to care for our family, our friends and me. Her love for God. Her passion for life. The fact she shares her bag of Twizzlers.
All the little things.
I love ‘em.
And I love you, babe. Happy birthday.