I have the best husband in the world.
What, you don't believe me? Well, let me just prove it to you: Mike is a fantastic father, minister, and friend. He strives to live life in an honest way. He is disciplined, evidenced by the 7 marathons he has run, each of which took 4 months to train for. He's a romantic, which I and my practical self need to learn to appreciate more. He's smart, and enjoys a friendly theological debate for the sake of hashing out scriptural understanding. He is one of the most loyal people I know, not only to me and our kids, but to his extended family, to his calling, to his friends, to his colleagues, and to his ideals. And to his coffee.
And today is his birthday. Yay! Yesterday, he received his "big" present in the mail: a Nesco coffee roaster, complete with a catalytic converter so that the roasting would not burn down our apartment building. In fact, it doesn't even set off our smoke alarm. It does, however, take him up a notch in his coffee snobbery. So far I've had one cup, and it's yummy.
But he hasn't been able to try it out more than once because he got on a plane this morning to go a visit his dad, who is in the hospital because of a heart attack that took place on Sunday night. Although the doctors have confirmed that the damage his heart sustained was mild and blockage is not bad, Mike is going to keep him company as he recuperates, and just because he is his dad.
And the ironic part is, today is also his dad's birthday! So, father and son get to spend their birthdays together, something they haven't done in probably 20 years.
Mike, we miss spending your birthday with you, but we'll celebrate when you're home. Thanks for being my Family Man. I love you!