If only my stretchmarks were as sexy as his wrinkles

Fun facts about DH as he turns 31…

– He loves Van Morrison.  It drives me nuts because the hard drive of our van has a bunch of Van Morrison songs on it, which is jarring when you go from Skillet to ‘Brown Eye’d Girl.’
And for the record, I have blue eyes.

– He wear slippers all the time and, more importantly/disturbingly, he brings them with him places to wear at other peoples houses!  Are we 80?
 ‘Hey, what’s in your purse?’ 
“oh, pardon me, that’s just my husbands slippers.”

–  The only thing that make him look older from 10 years ago is desert sand induced eye wrinkles.  And they only make him look sexier.

– He’s the one who wanted my daughter’s ears pierced.  Because I shaved her head when she was 3 and had lice. Since then she’s just had very short curly hair. I think to him he feels like the earrings make up for the hair.

– This weekend, he made us watch the new Footloose on Netflix.  That’s all I’m going to say about that.

– Speaking of Netflix, I secretly email TopGear begging them not to update their seasons on there for fear of losing my husband again.

–He has never had a cavity.  Ever.  I not so secretly hate him for that.

– He enlisted at 17.
  He was married at 19.
  He went to Afghanistan for the first time when he was 20.
  He had his first child 9 days after he turned 21.
  He had three tours to Afghanistan and 3 kids by the time he was 26.
  By 27 he was a Crew Commander and Chair of the board of Elders at our church.
  By 29 he was a Sgt.

Needless to say, he missed out on a few ‘normal’ things.

Like the nights out with friends, the carefree R&R’s,  the big TV/fancy car/cool electronics that you can buy when you have nothing else to spend your money on.

And other than the wistful glances at the Harley’s when they drive by in the summer, never once has he ever said he wished he had something he didn’t get to have.

So, when our house sold and some family pitched in and I was able to get him the TV I knew he wanted but never expected to own, it felt pretty good.

I’ve been his ‘dependant’ since he was still in his teens.  He’s provided for this family to the best of his ability, faithfully and honestly, his entire adult life and for that, giving him something like this was as much for me as for him, I was so grateful for the opportunity.

And that’s about where that ended, because much to his dismay I would be perfectly happy watching the same show upstairs in our room on the tiny little TV we keep for when the kids are sick and watch cartoons in our bed.

DH is 31 Monday.  He thinks that’s pretty old.

I look at him sometimes and wonder how he crammed that much into these years. 

2002

2005

2007

2012

 While we’re on the subject, lets discuss why he looks EXACTLY THE SAME.

Sigh.

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