To the Reenactor

My husband, The Reenactor, turns 40 today. He's out of town on a business trip, so in his absence I will discuss him on my blog.

We met when we were both photographers for a university that shall go unnamed, because we don't like the new name of it! I was working for the PR dept, he was working for the yearbook. We often were at the same place at the same time, waiting in bored patience for the grip-n-grin to occur so we could get our shot, and leave. We suffered through speeches, presentations, and really awful football games just to get enough usuable frames (pre-digital camera, folks!) to work with, and I soon found myself looking forward to his company at these occasions. The rest, they say, is history, and 16 years later (12 of those in wedded bliss) I still look forward to his company.

I'm proud of him for what he has done professionally...making chemicals we can all keep cool with...and with how seriously he takes his role in it. I'm proud that he has been given a whole new responsiblity at work, and that everyone who has worked with him recognizes that he is perfect for his new job...making sure that the process of making the chemicals is done as safely as possible.

I'm proud that he has taken his grandmother's pickle recipe and made it his own...taking something that was already good, and making it way better.

I'm proud that he probably knows more Civil War history than the average person, and in spite of the fact that all those CW books take up a lot of shelf space in our house, that he has actually read all of them, not just once, but multiple times.

He's not one to challenge at trivial pursuit...he has more obscure knowledge tucked away than the average person, and knows more strange facts than I'll ever know.

Anyway...here's to The Reenactor in a new decade. Much love from your bride!