Today is my husband Leon’s birthday – I wrote this when he was
Forty-nine and…today he is sixty-five, but it’s all still true:
He
is Italian by osmosis – he has eaten enough home cooked Italian food in
22 (38) years to maintain high levels of garlic and tomato sauce in his
Irish blood. Even if it was all washed down with Diet Coke.
He
loves cars – looking at cars, driving cars, washing cars and talking
about cars and talking about cars and talking about cars.
He
has a Better Than GPS sense of direction and memorizes every twist,
turn, bump, pothole and landmark on any trip we’ve been on.
He
is thoughtful and generous – always going the extra mile to help a
friend or stranger. (Like when he towed a camper several hundred miles
for some people who’d broken down on the highway.)
He tips the waitrons too much and washes whoever’s car is in our driveway when they least expect it.
He likes water – seems he’s always playing in it and running the well dry. (Ah, we now have city water)
He snores and denies it.
He loves TV and Movies and Netflix and iTunes YouTube. Any electronic gadget is his friend.
He laughs at TV shows that aren’t even funny.
He talks (texts) on the phone so much that I’ve suggested an implant. He is our social director.
He is the one who knows what all the wires in back of the TV are for and how to connect them to make multimedia work.
He thinks he likes Martinis but I think he just likes the olives.
He works hard, but when he stops, he sure can be lazy.
He
always seems to see a situation clearly for what it is – and acts
thoughtfully, honestly and decisively. He doesn’t get bogged down with
internal conflicts.
He always looks out for me, and seems to know what’s best.
He
is my shoulder to cry on, my buddy to laugh with, my partner to walk
with. He is my rock, my anchor during turbulent times. He is my best
friend, my companion, my lover…forever my fiancé and my spousal
equivalent but not yet my husband. (He has been my husband since 2014!)
He is all this and more…and I love him dearly.
Today is my husband Leon’s birthday – I wrote this when he was Forty-nine and…today he is sixty-five, but it’s all still true:
He is Italian by osmosis – he has eaten enough home cooked Italian food in 22 (38) years to maintain high levels of garlic and tomato sauce in his Irish blood. Even if it was all washed down with Diet Coke.
He loves cars – looking at cars, driving cars, washing cars and talking about cars and talking about cars and talking about cars.
He has a Better Than GPS sense of direction and memorizes every twist, turn, bump, pothole and landmark on any trip we’ve been on.
He is thoughtful and generous – always going the extra mile to help a friend or stranger. (Like when he towed a camper several hundred miles for some people who’d broken down on the highway.)
He tips the waitrons too much and washes whoever’s car is in our driveway when they least expect it.
He likes water – seems he’s always playing in it and running the well dry. (Ah, we now have city water)
He snores and denies it.
He loves TV and Movies and Netflix and
iTunesYouTube. Any electronic gadget is his friend.He laughs at TV shows that aren’t even funny.
He talks (texts) on the phone so much that I’ve suggested an implant. He is our social director.
He is the one who knows what all the wires in back of the TV are for and how to connect them to make multimedia work.
He thinks he likes Martinis but I think he just likes the olives.
He works hard, but when he stops, he sure can be lazy.
He always seems to see a situation clearly for what it is – and acts thoughtfully, honestly and decisively. He doesn’t get bogged down with internal conflicts.
He always looks out for me, and seems to know what’s best.
He is my shoulder to cry on, my buddy to laugh with, my partner to walk with. He is my rock, my anchor during turbulent times. He is my best friend, my companion, my lover…forever my fiancé and my spousal equivalent but not yet my husband. (He has been my husband since 2014!)
He is all this and more…and I love him dearly.