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My Honey Had a Birthday Yesterday

Yesterday was my adorable, geeky, nerdy, sweet, funny, bone-headed, stubborn, ornery, happy, handsome, smart, romantic husband's birthday.  He worked, I worked.  He and I are old enough that they really don't matter much anymore - life goes on. 


Wedding Day
I sure wish more people could see what I see when it comes to this man.  Although when I do get crazy enough to ask him a question, I know that whatever he tells me will most likely be true.  I have teased him from about day one in our relationship that he is the "smartest man I know".  It's true though - I have never seen so much information, trivia, smarts and geek in one huge brain.  Here is an example:  Roxann and I were talking about "dongles".  It is pretty much a computer term.  Roxann looked up the official term of it - and I said, "I bet I could send Ted a text right now and get pretty much verbatim that terminology" - so she challenged me to see what he would say.  This is the answer I got back:


"The device that attaches to a serial port or parallel port or a usb port that is interrogated by a piece of software for authorization to use that software.  If the dongle (actually a security key) is not found the software will most probably not work."
Now, in looking at that definition, I am sure most of you are thinking he looked that up.  BUT, he didn't - if I had asked him that question, after a ten-minute dissertation about the history and the background of a dongle, he would have spouted that very definition off to me - and probably pretty much in those words.  I have never known anyone to have that much superfluous information jam packed into one lunk-headed brain.  A very adorable brain, at that.


Not only is he smart, he is amazingly sweet.  He is thoughtful.  He loves me to distraction.  He also loves every one of his family and extended family beyond anything I could have ever imagined.  I may not always appreciate him, as I am sure he may rue the day he met me at times - but, for the most part, we are amazingly happy and content together.  


Who couldn't love a handsome dude like this?
I look forward to a lifetime of twenty minute dissertations of explanations (which I tend to tune out at about minute two), being couch potatoes together, Saturday shopping expeditions, weekend breakfasts, road trips, movie popcorn, holiday dinners, grandbabies, Old McDonald days and on and on and on and on and one.  I love spending time with you mister - glad you are in my life.


P.S.  I would love to spend some time on a beach with you - how about we make a plan of it?!?!?!



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