The reason my life is good

So it is the last day of the year. The day when more put-together people do end-of-year lists, the best movies they saw, the best music they listened to, their most scandalous secrets, that sort of thing. As for me, putting together lists like that would take far too much time and effort, because I'm not very good at keeping track of that kind of thing anyway. And, of course, I have way too many scandalous secrets to fit in a top ten list.

Coincidentally, it is also mine and David's 15 year anniversary. Which is pretty amazing because we are only 25, right? Going out to dinner on New Years Eve tends to be far more trouble than its worth, so we'll be going out tomorrow instead as usual. But still, as I sit here pondering my year, he is what comes to mind the most. He has shared all of my best moments of the year, and in fact is the cause of most of them. I mean, let's face it, without him I'd have starved to death years ago. (He made me french toast this morning, yummmmm.) There is that movie where Susan Sarandon says that people get married in part because we want a witness to our lives. I couldn't have a better one than him, and I only hope I give it all back to him and more, because he deserves it. And more.

So instead of a top ten list of things that don't really matter, here is a photo blog posting celebrating the handsome, funny, goofy, playful, strong and totally awesome dork that I share my life with.













I'm a lucky guy.