Today is my fabulous husband's birthday. What better opportunity to blog about him and introduce you to the man I married October 16, 2010.
George is a saint...seriously. George has performed more random acts of kindness than I could ever list in this blog. He's the most kind and generous person I've ever met; in fact he regularly says, "If I die tomorrow I have no doubt where I'm going." And, he's right...I'm convinced God has an extra plush cloud waiting for him when he makes his grand entrance to heaven.
George loves his family. He runs himself ragged trying to be everyman to everyone, but, he somehow gets it done and makes everybody feel special in the process. He decorates his mother's house every year for Halloween, continuing a neighborhood tradition his late father started ages ago. Thanks to Georgie, his mother's house is still the go-to, most spooktakular house in the neighborhood, just the way his father would want it to be. Here's a photo of us two Halloweens ago...we dress up in coordinating costumes every year:
George is an amazing father. When our family united into one big ball of fun last year, he assumed the role of stepfather with ease, and, it now feels like our three children have been together forever. Before Maddy, Nick, and I arrived on the scene, George was a single father to Gabby for many years. Simply put, he's doing an amazing job raising her. They have one of the best father-daughter relationships imaginable, and, Gabby is definitely her daddy's girl. Here's a snapshot of them last year at Gabby's Father/Daughter dance:
George is a supporter of all things logical. When my mother passed away suddenly in 2010, the absolute last thing I wanted to do was continue taking college courses towards my degree which took me 13 years to complete. Seriously...most people have the letters, "MD" after their name at that point, not "BS" which, fittingly, follows mine. I just didn't want to do it - I would have preferred to curl up in a ball and mope for the rest of my life. Well, George wasn't having any of it, and, here we are at my college graduation just four months after I lost my mother:
George has made me one lucky ducky. Despite all of my craziness, George has taken on the task of marrying me, and, is now stuck with me forever. I now have someone to confiscate my debit cards when I am indulging in my shopaholic tendencies, someone to throw my fat ass on the treadmill when I'd rather be napping, and, someone who just loves me for me. I love him just the same, if not more...though I do feel bad for him sometimes when he has to talk me off the ledge during one of my rants about the day's frustrations. I'm not quite sure George realized what he was taking on when he decided to make me his wife, but, this picture probably sums up his feelings when he fully understood what he had done on our wedding day:
Happy birthday Georgie! I'd encourage my readers to post a festive birthday message on his Facebook page, but, he forgot his password and can't login to read said messages anymore.
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