{lizzythebotanist}

i was working on a collage for a post the other day and wouldn't let stevie see it. i said it was a surprise (it's a collage of his latest house project). so stevie said in his mocking tone, "oh, is it my birthday post? why i love my husband. 1. because he's so strong. 2. because he's so handsome and smart...and then he went overboard with reasons not suitable for the blogosphere. reasons i can't attest to the truth of. so, as much as he despises these types of lists (and blogging in general), i'm doing it anyway! i'm such a rebel.







10. he rubs my feet even though feet make him want to throw up.

9. he's a master of bribery. he rubs my feet even though feet make him want to throw up because he will later use that against me for things that mommys and daddys do. he'll also use any type of chore or favor he's completed within the last week against me.

8. he's such a good dad to nash and haven between the hours of 7 a.m. and 12 midnight. (during the other times he's either asleep or mad that they aren't sleeping).

7. his t.v. watching skills are unmatched. he still "a got good grades" despite hours and hours of television watching. he also has the amazing ability to tune everything else out when he's watching. i manage to have entire conversations with him that he later has no memory of. this can work to my advantage. just imagine the possibilities when nash catches on...

6. he's oblivious to detail nearly 99% of the time. but in that 1% of the time when he's not he's soooo proud of himself (because it only happens when i'm abnormally oblivious to said detail). he rubs it in my face with a huge grin not unlike that in the photo above. and its cute. and i try not to laugh, but he still makes me.

5. he's a huge endorser of treats. any event (big or small), trip (long or short), or movie (in theatre or at home) has to involve a trip to the gas station. usually 'the mav." and despite all the treats he still manages to be the skinniest guy i know (second only to andybob). lately the other boys have been commenting on his skinniness and he's adorably worried about it.

4. he helps out with all the chores. he makes dinner more often than i do. only in his world does it make more sense to clean the foreman grill before use (meaning he puts it away dirty after grilling his greasy meat and then cleans it next time. gross i know, but i don't eat meat so it's not my problem). and when he does the laundry he stops after he sorts and so all our clothes cool into a big wrinkled pile. or he throws them on the floor.

3. he thinks he's extremely funny. no matter what we're talking about he can pull in some trivial fact or plot from one of the four S's. and he can barely make it through the telling of the plot or punchline without laughing so hard that we can't understand him. his brain is like a sponge for t.v.

2. he first told me he loved me under the influence of painkillers and i ran away terrified. i eventually came around (and made sure his head was clear), but he thinks i settled because i was getting so old and desperate at the ripe age of 24.

1. i think he settled because he's clearly a better person than me and i love him for it. when i was a young girl (voice cracks here)...i made a list titled "the perfect husband.' then stevie came along and aside from "a full head of hair," i was able to check off every item listed. he's not perfect (thank goodness, because i am far from it and he'd have even more leverage for mommy and daddy activities), but he's perfect for me. i don't say it enough, especially to his face (because it makes me cry and i like to pretend i'm hardcore). i love my stevie bevie. happy birthday, buddy.