friday faves - good husband

Michael cooks, he cleans, he shops for groceries. He brings home the bacon and pays the bills. He finds the music and plays it. He pours me wine. He's an amazing dad to an impossible kid (though impossibly adorable.) He gives me loving smiles. He says “I’m sorry.” He does the laundry. He changes the oil. He looks good in an apron. He makes me very, very happy.

He plays vinyl records—loud. He takes me to dinner. He's my best friend. He has a great sense of humor. He gives me compliments. He's very forgiving. He laughs at my jokes and gets me to laugh when the world looks black to me. He takes incredible photographs. He's compassionate and generous to those less fortunate. He's a progressive thinker. He views the world in ever changing ways.

He works harder than anyone I know. He gives Calvin tons of hugs and tickles and kisses. Although he has an amazing vocabulary he likes to drop the F-bomb about as much as I do. He teaches me plenty and willingly learns from me. He recognizes his limitations, which in my estimation are few. He loves his parents. He loses at cribbage. He rides a vintage motorcycle in a cool brown distressed leather jacket. He fixes anything and everything. He is humble, yet confident.

He digs Frank Zappa. He's one of his students’ very favorite professors. He makes strong coffee. Kids and animals love him. He paints things. He reads interesting books. He has super friends. He enjoys simple pleasures. He wrote the music and lyrics for a song on his guitar and he plays it over and over. He loves me unconditionally. 

I couldn't imagine raising Calvin with anyone else but Michael.

Version originally published 4.27.11. 

photo by Tim Diehl

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