Happy Happy Birthday Robby Dear

What I love about my Robby:

The way he says, “I missed you” when he comes home from work.

His positive outlook on just about everything.

The look he gives that says, “I love this” when we are enjoying playing with the kids.

He reads the kids stories before bed.

He believes that most people are good.

How he answers all the questions on Jeopardy out loud.

He calls me “baby” and “angel.”

He does not judge.

He is always learning new things.

He tries to understand me.

How he always is sure I’m “just going to love” every gift he gives me.

He has a strong testimony of the Gospel.

How he thinks the dumb things I do are cute.

He respects my ideas and feelings.

I inherited a super fun family when we married.

When I ask, “will you do me a favor?” He always answers yes without knowing what he’s getting into.

He asks the kids questions and listens to their answers.

How he taps his fingers and fidgets constantly. (It’s not because he’s stressed or impatient, he just wants to be doing something.)

How he will not let me take myself too seriously.

He tells me that I’m beautiful.

How he wins every game we play. Ok, I love that he doesn’t rub it in.  I hate that he wins.

He makes me want to be a better person.

He took the day off yesterday, prepaid and arranged a day at a spa for me.  Then he took the kids to the park to fly the shuttle kite and to Chuck E. Cheese’s while I had my first ever massage, mani/pedi, and hair cut (Well, I’ve had one of those before, but this one was great!).

I love you sweetie pie!  Happy Thirty Something!