Hunka Hunka Birthday Love.

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If you’re not to hip to the gushy love garbage that us married folk can dish out now and again CLICK! AWAY! I warn you! Because I’m about to get ten kinds of mushy towards the man I call husband.

Dad

Yep, there he is. Pretty sad that the only picture I have of just him is from last year. Someone commented awhile ago that I should post more pictures of him, or even GASP! a family picture. Brilliant idea I say but he’s just not around enough to accomplish such a task. The sheer absence of Cody from my blog should be enough proof that the man really is gone that much.

But oh! He’s gone working his tail off for us. For our family and our future and for the chance that one day the moosh will be able to go to school and not have to worry about all of these stifling graduate student loans. His work ethic used to annoy me when we first got married. He would never (NEVER!) take a day off. The only time (seriously, only time) he ever called in sick was after his second trip to the ER in a week for an abscessed throat and three doctors ordered him to take the night off.

Now his work ethic has him accomplishing every goal he set for himself in law school. I don’t have to worry about him dropping out, or finishing school and deciding “Huh, this really isn’t for me, I think I’ll give long haul trucking a try.” Despite the fact that he annoys the daylights out of the moosh and me any chance he gets, we know we are the center of his universe and he’d do anything for us.

Have you seen the hot Australian on American Idol? All scruffy and hot singing his hot hot songs? Yeah, I saw him too. And then I saw him again, only this time I though “Huh. He’s alright.” And then I saw him again. The spark was gone. Alli explained it perfectly on her Marriage Hacks site. “Research has proven that when we are in love we look at members of the opposite sex as less attractive.” Hence the reason the hot sweaty Australian lost points in my lusty love book.

That brings me to the whole theory surrounding the seven year itch. Well I’m at seven years and the only itch I feel is his tie tack when I loosen it at the end of the day. (Men dressed in slacks with their sleeves rolled up, collars unbuttoned and ties loose? Oh, mama.) I’m in love with this man who sings the Tigger song to the moosh at night, who saves me cupcakes from law school functions and who lets me have one night a week where I can walk out the door and be by myself as soon as he walks in it. Actually, I love him more now that I ever have in the past seven years. The only difference is we show our love now through constant annoyance and relentless teasing.

Sweet sweet love.

So there you have it. I’m smitten kitten in love with the man who also happens to be the father of my child, my husband for time and all eternity, the biggest pain in the arse I know and who also happens to be a year older today.

Dad

Happy birthday you hunk of delicious man meat.

43 thoughts on “Hunka Hunka Birthday Love.”

  6. Birthdays, birthdays everywhere! (but not a drop to drink..) It seems like everyone I know is celebrating birthdays! 🙂
    Happy Birthday to your wonderful guy ~ what a sweet post from a wonderful wife.
    I hope I can be that cool when it’s my husband’s big day…soon.
    Side note – my youngest was just watching “Growing Up Moose” (love those shows…) on Animal Planet, and the baby moose’s name was “Moosh”….just thought I’d share that bit of awesomeness.

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  9. So maybe if mine wears ties and rolls his sleeves up more often I’ll forgive HIM for moving me to Indiana too? You are one, disgustingly mushy in-love girl. 😛
    People born on 3/25 do rock the sox, though.

    Must be Motherhood’s last blog post..Dating Myself

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  18. happy bday moosh dadda. I do find it strange though that no matter how much our husbands are not home, they still seem to be a pain in our “arse” when they are around? lol We have the same thing.

    PS.March is the best bday month. Mine is in 2 days….I am not excited in the least …te he

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  22. Tell Cody Happy Birthday for me. I wanted to get a card in the mail but I have lost track of the days. For some reason I am still living in January. Love you guys.

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  23. So if I understand correctly, I should go see that new movie in which Ryan Phillippe has his shirt off and the more I watch him with his shirt off – the less attractive he will be. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.

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  28. Okay. I’m jealous. My seven year itch was REAL. Never saw husband (lost him to junior associate law firm-itis), had two young children, and suburban mommy woes. Hard to have a relationship with someone you never see!

    Approaching year 14, and we are MUUUUCH better.

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  29. Okay. I’m jealous. My seven year itch was REAL. Never saw husband (lost him to junior associate law firm-itis), had two young children, and suburban mommy woes. Hard to have a relationship with someone you never see!

    Approaching year 14, and we are MUUUUCH better.

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  30. Happy Birthday to your husband! And, I must say, your husband sounds a helluva lot like mine – right down to showing his affection through trying to annoy the cr@p out of me!

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  31. “The only difference is we show our love now through constant annoyance and relentless teasing.”

    Amen. We are in our 7 year itch (of being together, 5 of marriage) and that’s exactly what it is.

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  33. Very handsome hubby! He sounds wonderful. I’ve been married almost 12 years now and I think love just grows. You think you can’t love anymore than you already do, but there is always the capacity for more. It’s wonderful!

    Nice post.

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