So, I have been happily married to an incredible man with immense integrity, not to mention his striking good looks, for almost 2 years. This man has been in my life for a total of 7 years and 6 of them in a committed relationship. I can tell you that smell of blueberry muffins and chocolate chip cookies make him elated to be home. His favorite things to do are all outside. You know, the manly things--hunting, fishing, spitting, golf, building, mowing, that are due to being raised by an excellent outdoorsman. Its in his blood. I know that he never wears his seatbelt, drinks so much dr. pepper that he probably sweats it from his pores, cannot stand to sit still, and has a consistent diet of meat--all meat, any meat, and grimaces at the mention of anything being "healthy". The first and last thing he watches every single day and night is sports center. I know which shows to record for him on DVR and which ones not to cancel when it interferes with my recordings. I know that he was a ninja for every halloween of his childhood that his mom would let him and he was the first and last grandchild that Grandfather ever spanked ( it only happened once and Grandfather swore he would never do it again). His favorite memory of disney world was the indiana jones show in which he begged for an arrowhead necklace. He bear crawled as an infant, and had his first girlfriend at mothers day out. I thought...after the novel of life stories that i know about this man, I know every thing about him.
Then, I was recently informed that as a very very very small boy mark had a teddy bear that he/himself/alone named "Robert". I mean, Robert?? really? you named it Robert??
