My Man

 I was the sneaky wife wandering the park and taking pictures of Angel while he played basketball...

The man who calls me at 10 pm from playing basketball at the park and says, "Hey, I'm going to go out for drinks and dinner with the guys." and that doesn't get much of a reaction from me so he adds, "Actually, we're going to get drinks and eat at {this man who I don't know}'s house and since I can't drink and drive, I'm just going to sleep over at his house." And then, as I'm spluttering that no, you have a home, you don't just randomly sleep at random people's houses for no reason...he pulls into the driveway.   He does it just to fuss me.   The man who wears running shorts and sleeveless shirts--when I respond to such outfits with, "What are you wearing? Where did you even find those clothes? I hate those clothes!"  He laughs and says, "I love you. You're so honest. You never pretend to like something if you don't like it."    He understands my personality the way no one else does.   We both have our eccentricities--and man, we're good together.   Happy 29th birthday, my Angel!  

 He always says I never let him drink alcohol, so I bought him a margarita for his birthday to prove he's only mostly right.