My Man Is 30

Jonnie Won-tonnie is 30 bo-birty! And I love him because:

--He's going grey like me. But men with receding grey hair are sexy. Women with receding grey hair are not.

--He's super-duper motivated. When he decides he wants something, he works his booty off to get it. And I'm not talking material possessions; I mean publications, jobs, etc. And he doesn't let insecurities hinder him one bit! I mean, how is that humanly possible? Amazing.

--I used to think I was smarter than him, but I'm not. I just have a better memory and have a better guessing strategy at standardized tests. And who cares about that? I told this to him at his birthday fondue party last night as we all went around the circle and told him things we loved about him (a birthday tradition inspired by a certain Zach, which we love and have adopted. Jon was giddy after hearing all of the great things about him, and who wouldn't be? This morning, I decided that I needed a little extra lovin', so I asked him, "What would you have said to me if it was my birthday?" That's kind of a pathetic way to get reassurance, but it worked). I think he took the whole smart thing as a compliment. He was a wanderer when we got married (still is a bit of ramblin' boy) and had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. Now he knows exactly what he wants, and he's getting it. Better than I can say for myself. BRAVO!

--He's an amazing father. He loves his chicas and plays with them, jumps on the trampoline with them, takes them for walks, bathes them, does everything with them. He even took Leah climbing yesterday. They have plans to go to the jungle when she's 8. I'm sure it will happen.

--He is a great husband. He understands my needs and really supports me in what I need. I'm a pretty feisty cookie, so it's no easy feat. But he wins the Oscar for BEST SUPPORTING HUSBAND.

and that's not all.....but I don't want to make him too conceited---it would ruin his other fabulous quality, which happens to be humility. (Let's just say he worked at Burger Supreme when I met him -- and when he first asked me out on the night we met, he asked me if I'd pick him up since he didn't have a car . . . loved it even though I thought it was a bit kooky!)