The hubby will be from here on out referred to as "Him". Him is a great man that I truly and deeply love. I usually like him too and then there are moments where he's lucky I love him cuz I don't really like him.
Him loves the 80's. Yep, the decade of the 80's, hair bands, muscle cars, power ballads and Tawny Kitaen. He has an '87 IROC-Z that I helped to restore so we could use it as our wedding car. If you read the "How I Got Here" page you may remember when I met Him he was wearing a sleeveless Def Leppard shirt...yep, that's the man I married!
Him is a lot of fun. He makes me smile and laugh. He gets me through many of my, as he calls them, "Moments of Ridiculousness". He's a wonderful daddy and he makes loving him fun.
Him was raised differently then I was. He grew up his whole life within a few square miles. I moved about the whole U.S. He was in church every Sunday and even sang in the choir. I barely ever went to church. Him's parents are still together while my parents got divorced when I was two. He was overall a "good boy" and I was a bit of a "party girl". Sometimes what they say about opposites attract is true.
We seem to even each other out. I make him show his crazy every once in a while and he makes me calm it down a little.