Look who’s forty…
In honor of this momentous occasion, forty things I love about Matt:
- He always makes the coffee before I get downstairs in the morning and has it ready and waiting when I get to the kitchen.
- He gave me these guys:
- He’s good at just about every sport he’s ever tried and it’s fun to watch him play.
- He’s a patient and supportive coach and teacher — he’ll spend hours playing with the kids and teaching them new skills.
- He is a hands-on dad and always has been — he’s changed diapers since the very first one, and never, ever shirked on his share of kid-related duties.
- He is a traditionalist, but he’s never against trying something new.
- He makes THE BEST pancakes (always from scratch, no box mixes).
- He loves his job and is passionate about what he does. It’s inspirational to live with someone who actually looks forward to going to work most of the time.
- He is friendly and can talk to anyone.
- He is fiercely competitive, and so am I. We show no mercy in board games, sports events, or any other competition, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
- He listens to and supports my crazy ideas — like completely changing the way we eat and switching to all-organic, unprocessed foods, or y’know, moving to a different country.
- He is really good at Legos, and teaches the kids how to build cool things.
- He’s always on time. (And by on time, I mean at least 10 minutes early.)
- He likes getting dressed up, and he likes clothes shopping.
- He never says I don’t need any more shoes.
- He cooks at least 50% of the dinners here, maybe more.
- He kills all the bugs. And he doesn’t get annoyed when I scream at him from across the house to come save me from a spider.
- He supported and encouraged me when I wanted to stop working and stay home with kids.
- He loves to travel.
- He encourages our children to look at things from other people’s perspectives. He’s good at doing that, too.
- He explains difficult concepts to the children in terms they can understand, and helps them see both sides of a story.
- He’s really smart.
- He thinks I’m a good writer, and he encourages me to pursue my own dreams.
- He goes to work late or leaves early to see the kids’ important events.
- He roots for his home teams without question, but he roots for the Red Sox if the Orioles get eliminated, and the Patriots when the Ravens lose.
- He’ll stay up late combing through moving boxes to find 2 blank pieces of printer paper and get the wireless printer working so we can make sure B gets a Hogwarts letter on her 11th birthday. He knows those little things are important.
- He’ll miss his own softball games to coach the boys’ baseball teams.
- He is loyal to his family.
- He’s a gracious winner and (usually) a gracious loser.
- He cares about teamwork and being a good sport, and teaches our children those values too.
- He watches Downton Abbey with me and likes it. And isn’t embarrassed to say so.
- He never treats Bridget differently because she’s a girl, or the boys differently because they’re boys. He’s teaching my children by example that gender roles are stupid and boys and girls are equals and capable of doing the same things.
- He is fastidious about his appearance, but not annoyingly so.
- He never lies to me to make things easier on himself; I know if I ask for his opinion, I’m getting his actual opinion, even if I don’t like it.
- He would be great in the zombie apocalypse — he’s really good at outdoor survival stuff and he’s a good shot. (He’s totally my zombie apocalypse team captain.)
- He can design and build just about anything I think of.
- He looks at maps and basically memorizes them and then just knows where to go, which is useful because I suck at reading maps.
- He likes to read. He leaves me alone when I’m reading. And he likes to discuss and debate about the things we’ve read.
- He believes that family comes first. Period.
- He makes me strive to be a better version of myself and he holds us all to a high standard. He never accepts less than his best, and he expects the best from everyone.
And suddenly, at the end of that list, I realize that forty items don’t do it justice. He’s just a good, good person. And I’m grateful to be spending my life with him.
Happy birthday Matt! You make 40 look goooood. 143!