2 Birthdays: My Husband and My Blog

Yesterday was a big day. Not only was it the world premiere of my first music video, but it was also my husband’s birthday AND my blog’s birthday. Let me tell you, it ain’t easy brining breakfast in bed to a blog. A girl has to get VERY creative to make a blog’s “big day” special… 5 years of blogging. Whoa. For my husband, alls I had to do was go to the local market over there and buy their wicked-awesome biscuits and gravy!

My Hubby Hubberson (oh he hates it when I do that “-erson” stuff!). 

I want to spend a few words swooning about my husband. Why? Well, he did choose Me, so I don’t have to tell you he’s a Smarty Smarterson. That’s obvious! He is also cute. And he does a stellar job at being “Dad”. The best choice I have ever made was to love a man who loves his children with the passion my man has… a man who swoons rather than fumes over the insanity of our emotional daughters… a man who models both gentleness and strength to his son. 

My guy. He’s patient. He’s imperfect. I need my man to be patient and imperfect. I need patience because I can be exasperating. I need imperfection because perfect people intimidate me and are… exasperating

His sense of humor is enviable. It is also disgusting. And infuriating. And embarrassing. And hawt. A wicked-awesome sense of humor is hawter than lava *szzzzzzz*… He makes me laugh harder than anyone I know. He can also make me gag more than anyone I know. He is a creative man. Creativity mixed with his brand of humor can take a girl places… Let’s just say with my highly-developed gag reflex and his “creative humor”… Umm… My gag-reflex gets a great deal of practice.

He has a singing voice that makes the ladies melt. Seriously. On more than one occasion I have had other women swoon flutter melt inquire, “Does he sing to you all the time??? He must sing to you all the time…” And then there’s his pencahnt for bringing forth the laughter. Women love a funny man…”Do you LAUGH all the time??? I bet you laugh all the time…” I am serious. As a heart-attack. This has happened more times than I can count on both hands. He’s a crooner. He’d be a comedic force on Saturday Night Live… But ladies. He’s mine. MY burden blessing.

He talks A. Lot. People. You have no idea. This is a rare trait in husbands. Some of you ladies may be jealous. There are very few women I meet who complain that their husbands talk too much. Friends, my husband is EXHAUSTING. He’s got a woman’s mouth when it comes to the gift of gab. Lawdy! But I am not complaining… really… It is mostly irritating because, gollygosh, WHAT ABOUT ME? Isn’t it all about Me? How can it be about Me when He is talking like… like a person who never stops talking? Huh??? HUH??? 

Mah man. He joys with me in my victories and comforts me in my defeats… even if it’s silly. And it usually is. He thinks I am funny and acts like he misses me when we don’t get to spend time together. It’s nice to feel important to someone… As I train for various running or triathlon events — he is the one watching the kids, picking up the slack while I go on 2, 3, 4 hour runs or workouts. He lugs the kids at the events while I chase my dream of  “just finishing”. I could NOT do it without his support and encouragement. He is the hairiest “cheerleader” you will ever meet, and he is not allowed to wear a cheer uniform. But he is allowed to yell, “Run, Jenny, Run!”

He indulges my need to write. Never squelching my  silliness… my posting with reckless abandon here at Jennyonthespot. In fact, 5 years ago — on his birthday — he set up this blog and even came up with the title that stuck like flies on flypaper: Jenny On The Spot. The gift of a blog to me, on his birthday.

Sure, we have our “things”. We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t have “things”. But  I am not gonna tell you about that stuff. Isn’t it enough to know two wonderful people have “things”, just like you??? We’re practically normal.

I am so thankful my husband was born. I am thankful for the life he has lead and life he desires to lead. He is strong and noble and compassionate. He is infuriatingly optimistic, but I will change him…

So, Baby… Happy Birthday — yesterday. Thank you for all you do for me, for our family. Thank you for working hard… not only to support us, but also in your efforts to be the husband and father that we need. You have said recently, “I married up.” Hmmm… I don’t agree, Baby. I’m the one who “married up”. 

Really.

P.S. I love you.

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