Last Saturday Dave turned 40. We were camping at the Cape, and I was a little stressed out about how to make things festive. I shouldn't have worried as his sister Stephanie & co. came up from Jersey with half the contents of Party City AND Party Depot in their van. Stephanie has a PHD in party paraphernalia. And games even. She orchestrated Olympic games for kids (crab racing at the beach, best bike trick, best boogie boarding) complete with gold medals. The Snows brought a Costco cake and friends had gifts for him. But for Dave the day was made perfect thanks to PapaBaka taking him surfing at 5am.
In honor of Dave I want to list a few of the reasons why I love him so much:
-He is sooooo smart. It never ceases to amaze me the stuff he knows and how excited he is to learn more random stuff all the time. His nerdiness is an aphrodisiac.
-Dave is one of the most compassionate people on the planet. You have to really suck for Dave not to care about you. (For all you vampire people out there, he's Carlisle Cullen.)
-His kids worship him with just cause. He takes them for bike rides, teaches them how to clean bathrooms, and love the snot out of them. In the words of Cesar Milan the Dog Whisperer, Dave is the perfect Pack Leader. He is "calm & asserta" and engages his pack with "exercise, discipline & affection."
-He's funny. Not as funny as I am, but still, he cracks me up on a regular basis.
-Dave is a hard, hard worker. I learned this when we were engaged and he worked overtime in a basement print/sweat shop. I learned it again in Arizona when he worked for the gas company driving around in 118 degree heat in a truck with no A/C. He's not afraid to suffer to do what needs to be done.
-He gets more handsome every year. Not that it matters. But it's still nice.
-He's happy to go shopping with me. As long as it's not Christmas Tree Shop (nobody's perfect).
-He appreciates my family and friends and is never poopy about my need to go visit or hang out with said people.
-I love what a hobo he is. Half the time when he travels for business he forgoes the Courtyard in favor of a camp ground. He once called me to tell me he was "bathing" in a Starbucks bathroom.
So there are a few reasons why I think I'm the luckiest person around. If you know Dave, you know what a gem he is.