Richard and I met in the summer of 1997, and what he doesn't know is that 14 years later, sometimes I still look at him when he doesn't know it, and I really, really like what I see.
He's an athletic type, and I'm jealous of his legs.
I won't dare embarrass him by telling you all just how awfully old he is, but please, do not feel sorry for him. The man will forever look like he is in his 20's - he's got such a youthful glow about him.
I'm a quirky type, and I went to a psychic once, about 4 years ago. I hadn't asked her anything about my husband. I wanted to know if I would get pregnant. She exclaimed, "Your husband is still a child!" I laughed and said, "I know!" And then, being the psychic that she is, she said, "I know you know!"
What she meant by that was, my husband is still child-like. He chases new adventures, never stops learning, and loves to have FUN, FUN, FUN.
Of course, we are opposites in many ways, and I like my quiet time a little bit more, so he teaches me a lot. He is the ying to my yang. He keeps things positive and fresh for me when I would rather withdraw into myself.
My poor, dear husband is still waiting for a raging, kegger party on his birthday that has been put on hold since the birth of our son. (Yes, the psychic predicted it.) Although there will be no chilling keg in the backyard, there will be us. Our little family. And my husband's favorite home-made pizza. And ice cream cake (shhh, it's a surprise).
I love you, hunny.