We met 25 years ago.  We started dating 23 years ago.  We got married 21 years ago.  Against all odds, this guy who drove to my parent’s house to pick me up for our first date in an Army green Datson with shark teeth painted on the sides and a bleached blond skater haircut, still marches through life right by my side.

Upon meeting him, depending on his mood, he’s either quiet and reserved or bursting with charisma.  His many hobbies, ranging from cooking to cycling to gaming to gardening to woodworking to reading to robotics to movie-watching to telescoping, provide subject matter for just about any conversation with most anyone.  Ironically, we only share one hobby – watching movies – although I’m trying desperately to get him to play golf. 🙂

I enjoy his cooking the most and am quite spoiled by it.  He loves to cook for family and friends.  His cooking is what everyone looks forward to when they come to our house.  And if the meal doesn’t take at least two hours to prepare, it is not worth it to him to cook it.  Yes, he’s that passionate about it.

We could not be more opposite and the same all at once, but what I love most about him is that he makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.  We could be in the middle of a heated argument and he will do or say something that makes me explode with laughter.  He does his best to make me not take myself too seriously.  And through his undeniable love for me and our girls, he makes me a better person.

I love this man and am grateful everyday for him.