Today is Ryan's birthday. He claims he's a "Fall baby", because Winter doesn't start until December 21st. He will argue this point with you until you are blue in the face, so don't even try to explain to him that he's not really a Fall baby.
There are many reasons why I love my husband. Here are just a few.
5) The man can cook! Have you ever had his Green Burritos?!? I could eat those every week and never get tired of them.
4) When we found out in May that the Chili Dawg had a cancer that was fatal, he still made the decision to amputate his leg, knowing that was what I wanted to do, but was afraid to say because of the cost. Then, in August, when we had to put the Chili Dawg to sleep, he made sure the paperwork was filled out so that I got Chili Dawg's ashes back.
3) He has a work ethic like no other (which is good and bad at the same time). Three days a week he gets up at 4 AM to work out or go for a 5 mile run. I prefer the comfort of my bed too much to get up that early to workout.
2) He is most content staying home with the family (again, good and bad at the same time, because I think he may turn into a hermit if I ever die and the kids grow up & move away).
1) He is an excellent dad. He took the day off to take Juliana to the cardiologist, and also was able to make it to Noah's preschool program afterwards. On Sunday when Noah desperately wanted to have a picnic for lunch, he set up a picnic lunch in the living room with the Polar Express on.
My list could go on and on, but I think you get the point. Happy Birthday, Ryan!