Let me count the ways

This post is a happy birthday wish to the love of my life.

Not only a wish, but a huge gigantic thank you…

For being at the finish line of all of my races, with the biggest smile in the world. For listening to me babble on about running, obsess about races, and being 100% supportive of a fairly expensive hobby.

For embracing my love for health and trying out (and pretending to like) my ‘healthy’ recipes I make. For getting up at 5:30 AM to attend spin class with me, and knowing the exact spot that needs to be rubbed on my plantar fasciitis-ridden foot. For patiently responding to my hypochondriac-ness, and knowing just what needs to be said in order to shut me up.

For signing both of us up for a coed softball league in attempts to make friends… and taking me to the batting cages on a near weekly basis to try to help me improve from terrible to decent.

For teaching me the joys of craft beer… and always knowing when an invitation for a glass of wine after work is needed, solely from the tone of my voice on the phone.

For putting up with my rigid, oldest child type-A personality… a bit of a contrast to your youngest child way of life. Aaaand for picking me up from the airport at 1:30 AM, without even a hint of a complaint.

For being the most compassionate, hardest-working man that I know. You inspire me, and I’m so blessed to do life with you.