My husband

There are many reasons I love my husband.  I think I love him most because he is almost as goofy and ridiculous as I am.  I mean, take a look at this picture.  He found this crab foot or whatever it is on the ground while walking through New York and proudly exclaimed: "I'm going to take a cool picture."  He then proceeds to strategically place this crab claw in a way that made it look as though it was about to devour the Statue of Liberty.

He also goes through phases of repeating the same phrase over and over and over and each phase has the potential to last several months.  His current phrase of choice is: "You really believe I'm dumb."  And he will wine it through the house sporadically and randomly.

I also love the way he teases me.  He teases me about my "corn tooth," lovingly referring to me as "corn tooth woman."  One year for Christmas he even made me my own homemade "corn toothbrush," which was a toothbrush attached to corn skewers.  Pablo is probably the best imitator you will ever meet.  He can mimic they way anyone sings or talks.  He will sometimes answer my phone and imitate my voice and no one ever catches that it's him talking and not me.  He also perfectly imitates my laugh and facial expressions, but in an extremely exaggerated way that I keep laughing my overpowering laugh, which he continues imitating.

I also love when he mixes up English words.  For example, when he was first dating me, he was trying to tell me that he could juggle and instead told me: "I can jug!"  On another occasion, he walked past a German Shepherd dog and wondered aloud: "What's the name of that dog?  A german pastor?"

As I'm writing this, he is walking behind me crying: "You think I'm a dumb boy.  You wish I wasn't born yet."  These are on the top of the list of things he says to me most.  Others that he sporadically shouts throughout the house are: "How about a nice laugh of joy?"  and "I love you more than oro itself!" (Oro means gold, for those of you who don't speak Spanish).

In addition to the goofy wonderful way my husband is, he is the hardest worker I've ever known.  This morning he was up at 4am (on a Saturday) to work overtime.  He is such a family man.  Family comes first and he wants to take care of this family.  I love that about him.  The list can go on and on and on, but to avoid sounding overly in love and gooey, I will leave it at this.  I am so lucky that God gave me my handsome boy.  And I will now leave you thinking of a song that Pablo loves to sing (to the tune of "I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world), he likes to sing: "I'm a handsome boy, in a handsome world."  He is my perfect, silly, wonderful fit.