As you can see, he is the epitome of awesome.
The above photo shows him playing Quiddler at Pizza Hut with me. Quiddler is a word-game like Scrabble (only billions of times better: for one thing, it's portable and compact and travels well. Have you ever tried whipping out that Scrabble board on an airplane?) and I always win it. Adam doesn't like Quiddler, probably partly because he always loses.
Yet... he asks me to play it with him ALL THE TIME. If I didn't love the game so much, I would be tired of it by now. (I'm not. Sorry Adam - maybe that's been your goal all along?)
Why is he always pestering me to play this game he doesn't really enjoy? He says, and I quote, "Because I love watching you play, and seeing how happy it makes you."
*I should probably note here, in case anyone doesn't know, that Quiddler is one of the very very very few things I am fanatical about. I get a little crazy and hyper-competitive when I have Quiddler cards in my hand. Those small, rectangular, purple-and-white pieces of plasticized paper trigger a part of my psyche that otherwise lies dormant and peaceful. For example: normally when playing games, I am more likely to comfort a non-winner than to crow in ecstasy over their defeat. Not so with Quiddler. I want you to go down - IN. FLAMES. *
My husband doesn't seem to care that I get verbally abusive or have the annoying habit of pumping my fists every time he is dealt a bad hand, or slips farther behind in the scores. Nope! In fact, he is enjoying my triumph, and gets a huge kick out of seeing my excitement and occasionally creepy passion for the game.
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I have no idea how he suppresses his natural sentiments of shame and frustration, but I know it has to do with how much he loves me.
And speaking of love, that's why I'm writing this post in the first place: Today is Adam's 27th birthday, and I wrote this to talk about how much I love him and why.
Let us consider the facts:
He randomly buys me flowers - either Red Roses of Romantic love, or lilies (my faves)....
He is an effective, fascinating and well-loved teacher...
He is a pirate...
He talks to animals and plants as if they can understand everything he says... (why is this so endearing? I don't know. But I feel all crumbly with love every time it happens)
He has approximately 2 vices, both of which are completely forgivable and easily droppable, should he ever get the inclination...
Kentucky Fried chicken...
...and Coca-Cola
He can iron his own shirts...
He can cook his own food...
He still says he loves me, even though I try to push him out of bed every night (in my sleep - I contend that I'm just subconsciously trying to get closer to him). It's probably lucky for me that he's a lot heavier than I am.
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He is a wild and crazy dancing fool!...
He does a killer Louis Armstrong impersonation on Karaoke nights...
And I love him MORE than Quiddler.
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