- his incredible sense of humor (he finds the laugh in everything)
- those clear blue eyes
- he likes to pick berries and apples and pears and pumpkins
- his terrible mock-Irish accent (Is that Pakistani?)
- his strength (he once moved a player piano from our living room across our icy Montana yard to the U-Haul trailer...alone)
- the way he endures, even enthusiastically, my patchy, botched-up attempts at pie crusts
- the way he endures, even enthusiastically, my family
- he can balance a standing baby on his palm
- he looks each child in the eyes and makes her feel as if she's his favorite
- he looks me in the eyes and makes me feel as if I'm his favorite
- his love for the church and her people
- the way God has gifted him with discernment -- he can discern anything: the real motive behind a conversation, the true theological problem lurking behind the spoken one, the reason I'm upset or frustrated, the solution to a child's dilemma
- he's a true Renaissance man -- want to know about pipes? backpacking? homesteading? church history? Kentucky? Brazil? mixed martial arts? Alaska? diapers? fishing? brewing? coffee? peppers? Daniel Boone? Donna Reed?
- he watches the Donna Reed Show with me
- when I start to fade (2/3rds of the way through every Donna Reed show), he smiles, takes my legs and rubs my feet -- I know! He's such a keeper!
- when he gives the benediction (and not just because I can turn the kids back over to him!!!)
- he runs with me...and doesn't fuss about how slow I go
- his decorating sense
- he never calls me fat or makes any comment whatsoever about losing weight
- he seeks ways to ease others' burdens
- he enjoys surprising our children with unexpected delights
- he enjoys surprising me with unexpected delights
- he doesn't take my whining too seriously but feigns concern rather well
- his webbed toes that he passed on to Benjamin
- he can stay up all night (another trait passed on to every Allison boy and none of the girls)
- the 1000 games he invents to play with the kids, which they love -- and in which he always looks suspiciously like he's taking a nap
- every dog in the world loves him
- every baby in the world loves him
- he knows Portuguese
- he can find a common interest with anyone anywhere
- he likes road trips -- even with us!!
- he never criticizes my teaching the children
- and the final one (for this list) has to do with something we've said for ... I don't know how long. I'll say, "I love you," and he'll say, "I love you more," and I'll say, "No, you just love me better." And it's true. He loves me better. And I love him more for it.
Happy birthday, Gorgeous.
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ReplyDeleteRachel, great list although re: #28 you might have to say every baby BUT Noah. Remember that stuck pig squeal? :)
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, Andrea, that was TOO funny!
ReplyDeleteOf course, Happy Birthday Ethan!
ReplyDeleteAnd almost anniversary, right??
But I can't go without commenting how lovely you are. That picture is great!