Friday, June 23, 2006

Happy Birthday, Love.

Today is my husband Ramon's 30th birthday. Sweet man, in honor of this very important number (finally he's in the same decade as me - it's been a long year being the only one in their 30s) I'm going to name 30 things that I love about you:

1. Your eyes - easily your most arresting feature (since people rarely get to see your ass first), they're coffee-colored and turn cinnamon in the sunlight. I'd say that I'd like to drown in them, but death by drowning in cinnamon-flavored coffee is not my preference.

2. Your ass. You think it's too big, too bubbly-shaped, too sticky-outy, whatever. It's magnificent. Trust your wife on this.

3. The fact that you're my friend. I love that we feel more like chums more often than even lovers or domestic partners, though those roles are good, too. You're good company.

4. Your laugh. Your quiet chuckle is the most most common and wonderful, but your rarer total-belly-laugh is music to my ears.

5. Your annoyed-bunny face.

6. The way you talk to the cats - your special voice for each of them, and the way you portray them as beings who talk back. I've noticed that Simone especially cusses a lot...

7. Your art. I'm lucky to be married to an artist at all, but to be with one whose topics of choice resonate so closely with things that I dwell on is spookily convenient. For me.

8. Your kindness - we're both sarcastic, sometimes selfish bastards, but underlying your caustic sense of humor is a deep desire to do no harm to anyone. And you're kindest of all to your wife.

9. Your pajamas. I dunno - something about them...

10. The way you can take chaos and make tidy order in our apartment. I admire that pick-up gene that you inherited more than I can say.

11. You appreciate every tiny thing I do in the household. Every dish I wash, stitch of clothing that's gone through the laundry, everything is minutely observed and lauded by you.

12. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the housework YOU do, for that matter. If it were only me doing the dishes (we don't have a dishwasher, people) we'd never eat on anything reusable.

13. The Mr. Nice Guy act you put on for people you don't know. It's not really an act, though, since you ARE nice and also have large quantities of personal integrity, but you make people really comfortable with your kind-eyed, head-nodding affirmation. And you really listen.

14. Your integrity - you're just a really, really good person. You do the right thing, mostly, regardless of the cost, and you treat people well. I wish you could understand how rare that is.

15. What you looked like as a boy. Your snaggle-toothed, shy grin and that haircut always gets me right here. I'll post some later, Dear Reader. I wish I could have known Little Ramon.

16. Your singing voice. You're busy now and not using it much at the moment, but it still makes me weak in the knees when I hear you in the shower.

17. Watching you at the computer with that digital drawing-pad-thingy. Skill is sexy.

18. I love how you LOVE wine but refuse to get too shee-shee about it.

19. I love your open mind and liberal personal politics.

20. I love our quiet evenings at home when you're working on your art and I'm plowing through another novel, or swearing quietly at the piano.

21. You answer me with care and honesty and kindness when I ask you hard questions about me, or us, or you.

22. I love your restlessness, how every achievement is followed by a What's next? Is there more? from you. I wish you could savor your amazingness more often and for a longer duration, but perhaps your inability to revel in your success too much will keep you humble when you're known worldwide.

23. Your charm. You are a charming man who refuses to acknowledge to me the attention you get from women.

24. Our fights on the bed. Some of my favorite memories of our marriage are when we're lying on the bed talking and the whole thing degenerates into a puppy-wrestle. [Quit retching, perverts. It's not THAT kind of wrestling.]

25. That face you make when I'm being a total ass and you're trying not to either laugh or inform me of my ass-ness. Kindness, that's what that is...

26. Your walk. It says "I'm the coolest mofo around, but I don't really think so and am totally unconscious of how gorgeous I am."

27. Your grace. You are a graceful man, and it detracts not at all from your manliness. This especially comes to light because of your wife, who crashes through life breaking things, losing her balance while standing totally still, acquiring bruises and inventing new invective (god-mother-shite!!!) in the kitchen when that damned porcelain sink claims another wine glass.

28. Your kisses. You're a champion kisser. And you're generous with them. I get just the perfect amount of physical (and verbal, for that matter) affection from you.

29. The fact that you hate PDA as much as I do.

30. Your generosity. You give me whatever I ask for, or try to, and I'm not unconscious of the personal sacrifices you make to make this marriage work so well.

31. I love everything about you (to restate a cliché), even the stuff I hate, because it all makes up the person I love and respect and admire most in the world. Life with you is so good - even the bad bits of life are good because I get to share them with you.

There you go - I went over a bit. I love you, Monchis, body and soul and heart and hands and that great nose of yours and your hair and electric shaver and Americanos and passion for edamame and our headshot battle and long showers and how your lips stick out when you're asleep and future tattoos and kissing you with the shower curtain between us and great advice and voracious mind and unwritten novel and morning fauxhawk and bedroom eyes and mirror face and 30-pictures-to-get-a-good-picture and how you get so chatty when under the influence and how seldom you cry and how you SEE me and your concilatory hugs and chasing me around the median and your Converse and batman shirt and everything else.

I wish I could really tell you.



Blogger Aly H. said...

I love his pajamas, too.

Oh, wait.

6/24/2006 3:19 PM  
Blogger Morphea said...




6/24/2006 3:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ahhh, a very nice list of loves about my bro. Wierd we both do that cat thing although I don't ever remember seeing him do it or vice versa, creep me out sometimes the things we do that are similar, maybe only because I don't see you two that much. Sampson occasionally has a dirty mouth....

6/26/2006 3:54 PM  
Blogger el gato gordo said...

what up with the ghetto spam ad?

7/06/2006 10:19 AM  
Blogger introspectre said...

You blog so infrequently that I don't check often enough and now I've missed it.

Happy belated, darling Ramon!
It's quite obvious you are loved, and for (many) good reasons.

7/08/2006 11:45 AM  
Blogger emeralda said...

i wish one day i can say those exact same things to the man who solved all the riddles and killed all the dragons and drove through all those countries just to get me.
(ps found you through introspectre. love your writing sweetie!)

7/15/2006 7:09 PM  
Blogger introspectre said...

#29- Some day I will meet the two of you and somehow manage to tongue you both in public at the same time. Just because.

7/17/2006 4:27 PM  
Anonymous Neil said...

Came here from Introspectre and just had to tell you how beautiful that post was. You are a lucky couple!

7/22/2006 6:13 AM  
Blogger Morphea said...

Gato: It never occurred to me that Sampson DOESN'T have a dirty mouth. Just look at him. Sleeky feline with naughty, naughty thoughts flitting past his eyes.

Intro: Dude, Ramon said thanks (way back when I relayed your good wishes) for your, uh, good wishes. He's crazy about you, by the way. And I'm pretty sure we'd both appreciate being tongued by you. In public, in private, in a tree, on a train, with a mouse in a house. Whatever.

Emeralda: Welcome and thank you, love! I swear I'm THIS infrequent of a blogger...Ramon probably didn't kill any dragons, though. He probably asked it to sit for a quick sketch and then bought it an Americano.

Neil: you're just cool, OK? And hilarious. Let's pet each other. Or should I hug you, gently?


8/23/2006 4:14 PM  
Blogger Morphea said...

I mean, I swear I'm NOT this infrequent of a blogger. I AM, however, this much of a chowderhead all the time.

8/23/2006 4:15 PM  

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