I went to school to be an Electrical Engineer. I graduated from Penn State with that degree. But that doesn't make me smart, and it doesn't mean much without someone to share a life with. I know my wife doesn't think I'm smart ALL the time, but it means a lot to me that she thinks I'm smart...most of the time. My wife may not be "my" kind of smart, but she surprises me all the time. There's a running joke I have with my brother that we both contradict my wife when she makes claims we both think she doesn't know anything about. Because when we whip out the Google...she's right most of the damn time. I love my wife because SHE'S smart, even if she doesn't think that's the case.
Reason 8...
I wasn't fully prepared for my son. We had everything we needed. Crib, breast pump, special pillows, diapers, etc. But I still wasn't fully prepared for him. I love him so much it's hard for me to understand what my life means without him in it. He's a perfect little miracle full of curiosity, love and joy and he scares me. I think about him constantly. And my wife...she's the one who made him with me. What can possibly be a greater manifestation of our love than a small, tiny baby that expands the love I thought I was capable of into something I truly can't even put into words. He's amazing. She's amazing. And that's why I love her.
Reason 84...
I'm sure I bring out the worst too. I'm sure I've said it before, but I'm not the easiest person to live with. She deals with it in stride. My Dad can't believe she puts up with me (jokingly I think). I think a perfect, or near perfect union, is one in which a the two become a unit, bringing out the best and doing the best for each other. We try our hardest to do that. And I couldn't bring out the best in her if she didn't love me the way she does. And I her.
Reason 79...
When I was young my dad used to do a character he called Eddie. He used to drive a school bus and even drove the Space Shuttle. He had a crush on my mom and was a little...weird. I think I created Carl in his likeness. He has a crush on My wife too. He does nice things for her. He's a good guy. Just a little misunderstood.
Reason 128...
Mr. Provider! I mentioned before that my Dad used to refer to himself as Mr. Provider. Usually when he did something small and was thanked for it. I'm doing for my family what he did for his, and what his Dad did for his. And what my Pap Pap Dick did for his. It's what we do. It's natural. And it's the best job in the world. I wouldn't want to do it for anyone else in the whole world.
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