Today is my husband’s birthday. In true Blue Door tradition, I offer this love note:
Mr. Chili is one of the good guys. He’s both wickedly smart and genuinely kind; sometimes (often), that’s a tough combination to find. He manages to pull off the traditional (it’s important to him that he supports his family, he’s the one who does most of the dirty work around the house, that sort of thing) while at the same time embracing the profoundly progressive (he doesn’t limit my or our daughter’s ambitions, he’s fully supportive of socially progressive issues, that sort of thing).
Mr. Chili understands what it means to be content, and that’s something that I both respect and admire about him. He knows how to be happy, and is fully appreciative of happiness when he finds it. In fact, just the other day, we had a conversation about how good we have it – it’s not enough to have it good, I think; you have to acknowledge it, too. What’s more important (for me, anyway) is that he understands how to nurture that happiness; he is very, very good at the maintenance and upkeep of joy.
My husband is hysterical. Really; those who know him in real life will testify to the fact that he’s got a keen sense of humor, but that it’s the kind that sneaks up on you. He’s not showy or loud; in fact, upon first meeting, most would judge him to be kind of plain and quiet. They’d be wrong. Mr. Chili’s sense of humor is the kind that smart people appreciate; it’s the kind that you have to think about (or have specific, nerdy references for), and the skill of his delivery is second to none.
My husband is a genuinely good person; he is smart and funny, kind and generous, loving and steadfast. I admire him for the person he is, and am grateful, every single day, that he chose me to be his partner in this life’s go around.
Happy birthday, my love. May we celebrate many, many more!