He’s rough and tough and manly and stuff.
But he’s not above hanging in the kiddie pool.
He watches the History Channel and reads National Geographic. Like for fun.
But he can also recall the name of the Sex & the City chick that escapes me at the moment.
He loves to pick out the girls’ clothes and fix their hair.
But he drives me crazy by picking out outfits that don’t coordinate and throwing their hair in messy ponytails.
He can fix just about any computer problem I have.
But he can also hack into my Facebook account while I’m chatting with a friend and type things like, “Man I gotta poop” and “Me so horny.”
He kills creepy crawlies for me at a moment’s notice.
But he won’t dare touch any of the toads that live in the backyard tree stump.
He’s loved me for who I was 12 years ago, and he’ll love me for who I will be in 12 more years.
But he always loves me for who I am today.
This post is linked up with the amazing Multitasking Mumma!