Happy (late) Birthday

I never had the chance to sit down and write out a Happy Birthday for my husband earlier this week- when his birthday actually was.

I married a great guy. I knew that much when I was 16 yrs old. I didn't marry him when I was 16, that's when I met him. And that's when I knew he was a great guy. I didn't, however, know that he'd be a great husband and father. He is. Lucky break, huh?

Seriously though, I'd rather not be serious today. I have written serious posts about him in the past and I am sure I will again so I would rather today be silly. Mostly because we are silly about 98% of the time. That's our policy.

So some of the silly reasons that I am so happy to have Casey as my husband-

He totally goes with me when I am on some weird "what if" tangent- like when I say wouldn't it be weird if no one could smell anything? like that wasn't even one of our senses? what would happen? He doesn't stare at me blankly. He goes there. He'd say something like yeah, there wouldn't even be trash pick-up because no one would care if it smelled because there would be no such thing. I love that.

He pretends to care about stuff that no man has ever cared about. For instance, I recently completely organized our pantry. The pantry has food it in, that's all a man needs to know, right? He was totally complementary about the whole thing even though I know he couldn't care less.

He gets my sense of humor and loves to be silly. He lets me watch Talledega Nights repeatedly and laughs with me. He plays Lego Star Wars on the Wii with Duncan for hours. He doesn't gripe when we have pancakes for dinner. Or frozen pizza. Or sandwiches. He doesn't gripe about dinner at all.

He goes just as nuts with the Crazy Cumby Birthday Parties as I do. He pretends it's all me, but really he's totally into it. He made 4ft tall hand-painted, plywood dinosaurs for Duncan's 4th birthday. Don't really need to say more, do I?

He was completely onboard with my most recent purchase for our house. A doorbell. We had no doorbell for the first couple of months of living here. I had finally had enough and went online to find one. I located something called an iChime. This is an amazing doorbell. You can download stuff from your iPod to play when your doorbell rings. He loves it as much as I do. That actually makes me love him more. Twisted, huh? Know what our doorbell sings when you ring it? I love this, but it wasn't my idea. It was Caroline's. And it's perfect, at least for our twisted sense of humor. It sings the theme song from Welcome Back Kotter. When you ring our doorbell you hear " Welcome Back" Sweet, huh?

When I called him at work, on a very busy morning to tell him it was National Talk Like a Pirate Day- what was his reaction? He laughed out loud and said the most sincere I Love You ever.

What's the song say? Everybody's crazy so whatcha gonna do, you need to find somebody crazy like you I did. And I couldn't be happier.

On a bit more serious note, he does way more than he has to. Doesn't gripe about doing it. Never, ever complains about all that the care of a child with a physical disability entails. He has an almost fierce protectiveness for our daughter. He understands the importance of giving our children strong roots. And he is giving them a future, too. He believes in me. And also in our children. And perhaps most importantly in himself.

Happy (late) Birthday my love! You are simply the best.