A love eight relationship

Here it is, the anniversary post. No matter how behind I get on this blog I do not like to miss a chance to shout to the world how much I love Curtis, for reals.

Here is my top eight things I love about the Laysh:

8. his dimples and blue eyes.

7. his smarts, he always knows the answers to my questions and jeopardy? Forget about it.

6. the sense of humor of this man CAN NOT BE BEAT.

5. boy does he take me on some sweet trips, he may text me after spending two dollars at 7-eleven but I really can't complain when I am averaging two Hawaii trips a year.

4. he sticks up for me and loves me. At the end of the day I am his number one.

3. when I am sad he wants to fix whatever is making me feel that way, while it does not always work I appreciate his effort.

2. he loves loves loves Deacon. Reads him chapter books, takes him to Holiday Oil with a quarter to buy a airhead and tells him he loves him 10 times a day.

1. he lets me be me, encourages me to do things I love and wants me to have a fun, happy life.

Happy anniversary Curtis, I am shocked and thrilled you did not do anything WEIRD to your face! I love you so much.

Lucky number seven

Our anniversary is usually right in line with a vacation of some sort, which always makes for a good picture for my happy anniversary post. Usually Curt is missing a tooth or has a black eye so I figured us being totally sweaty would be peeeerfect.

I suppose like a missing tooth a black eye or a sweaty picture our marriage and life together is totally imperfect. Throughout all the hard things we have gone through in seven years (which is not much, we are so grateful) I have been so glad the person I have by my side is Curtis.

Though I hope the next seven years are without black eyes, missing front teeth (please do not bring back hillbilly husband!) I will except them with open arms if it also means what these last years have meant: laughter, excitement and happiness.

Happy anniversary Curtis, I love you I love you I love you, that's all I need to say.

Nothing says vacation like

Curtis doing something weird to his face.

Happy Birthday to this beard.

This bearded man is 33. Wowza. His birthday is always a little bit tricky for me. I love birthdays and am a spaz. Curt is happy just having his favorite meal (skiers stew, a cute name for man stew aka beef stew) and buying his own gift (an all you can fly pass on Jet Blue for the month of September last year) so I have learned to take it easy on his birthday.
Buuuuuuuuuuuut, that does not mean I can't write whatever I want on here about him. Take that!

For a girl (me, duh.) who has a lot to say most of the time I am at a loss as to what to say about Curtis. Alls I know is: I would not what to know a life without him as my number one. Happy birthday Curtis you are the bomb.com And that phrase is my birthday gift to you.

love love love

To say that we love you a lot is the understatement of all time. We love you more than you can ever imagine in your wildest dreams. So glad you are our husband and Dad. Happy Fathers day.

32 is........

ten years ago in Venice, Italy
(my all time favorite photo of Curtis)

Funny as ever.hardworking.handsome.a great dad.fun.world traveler.financial whizz. a handyman.a loving husband.faithful and strong. too smart for his own good. a political debater extraordinaire.fun. savvy.a movie buff. a jazz . and cowboy fan. a good brother and son.

strong willed. tenacious. intense. a good friend. the love of my life. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CURTIS!

If you read Deacon a story........

He will probably ask for another story to go with it.

The powdered sugar is just for effect.

When Curtis handed me a plate of french toast sprinkled with powdered sugar this morning at 6 am he said "the powdered sugar is just for effect." He brought me breakfast in bed for the first time ever today for no reason other than the fact that he could not sleep and drove to Dans at 6 am to buy some texas toast to fry up into the perfectly crisp french toast. Then when I asked him what the hell was going on (this is highly unusual behavior for Curtis) he said "it's breakfast in bed bitches!" I am still laughing. That is why I love Curtis, hands down the funniest person I have ever known. Do not deny it, he is the funniest person YOU know too.


ps. wish the blogger side of my brain would have been thinking to take a phot to document this occasion.