My husband just read the blog for the first time.  His feedback:  “Sounds like you are a single mom.  Why didn’t you mention me?”

So, this post is all about Mr. Fat Geriatrician.

For starters–he isn’t fat and he isn’t a geriatrician (or any other kind of doctor).  We’ve been married for 5 years, and he is my favorite person in the entire world.

He is a big part of the reason that I could add the “happier” to my tagline.  He has taught me so much about enjoying life.

He has never met a stranger, and his endearing and quirky style causes people to remember him wherever he goes.  He doesn’t take himself seriously (or rather takes himself just seriously enough), and he proudly expresses that to the world by wearing Hawaiian shirts almost every day.

He is not only a fabulous partner, but also a wonderful dad.  We really are 50/50 in this parenting thing.  Watching him toss the kids in the air, make them giggle with delight, and tenderly tuck them into bed makes my heart full.

He is 100% supportive of my career, and I could not do what I do without his love and support at home.  He truly is a Super Husband, Super Dad, and Super Man.

I love you, Mr. Fat Geriatrician!

(There, you got your shout-out post, honey!)