love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you

Well, not so much girl, but who am I to ruin a great song line?

Happy birthday to Josh, my lovely little husband, a man who was happily drinking himself into oblivion an writing the next great American novel, who is currently doing neither but is instead slaving away so that my children can have their mommy home with them, a man who never wanted to get married or have kids, who just so happened to meet a girl who never wanted to get married or have kids, and then married her and had kids, though honestly not in that order, a man with whom I share nothing in common but politics and taste in books, and that only on a good day, who none the less sticks around and puts up with my mind-blowing insanity for reasons unknown to me, a man I loved, learned to hate, learned to forgive, and am remembering how to love again, a man who abhors run-on sentences.

Happy birthday.