He was born in the west and his heart is in the west. His big goal is to move ever westward. Wish he'd told little ol' deciduous tree loving me that before we signed the contract (though it really wouldn't have made any difference. He's converted me on this, along with many other important things, like that Puns are tropes and truly funny- oh, how far I've fallen!).
He is athletic. Give him a mountain to climb, a tree to fell, a canyon to boulder, a jog to run, a horse to gallop and he is a happy, happy, happy man.
He is a geek (notice the scholarly roundish glasses). He is not a psychologist because he loves clinical practice per se, he is a psychologist because he is a scholarly scientist type who loves stats and research and scientific inquiry and other geeky things, like astronomy and grammar and archeology and anthropology who also happens to really be invested in people.
He is fun- and funny. (see the smile =).
He loves his family (that's why he's smiling- we'd just spent a whole week together).
He has always looked younger than me. In our wedding photos he looks about 15. Cub asked the other day why I had little wrinkles around my lips. I replied, "that's age, honey." He so innocently responds, "Daddy doesn't have those." Well, whoop-do-do. Daddy has a great gene pool and mines a bit more shallow.
He has no fashion sense unless he is wearing jeans and a hat. And if you add a flannel shirt you've got a winning combo imho.
He is faithful and dependable and strong and true. Very strong. Making up for my shallow gene pool over and over again. But hey, upper body strength is one of the very reasons I got married!
Happy Birthday, Honey
(or are you a Hon?)