He has a mesmerizing baritone voice over the phone . . . the first time he called and asked me out I mentally said "I do."
He is very, very good in Math (and I am not).
My Mom likes him better than she does me (but it is all good because his Mom likes me better!).
He eats french fries with a fork (quirky, but cute).
He sent me and my best friend to Rome, Italy for my 40th birthday while he stayed home to babysit.
We met at a church spaghetti supper . . . very apropos.
After the birth of each of our sons he took a week off work to stay home to help me.
He folds laundry while he watches Penn State football.
The first time we went to Italy together he spent months studying the language.
He is a great father. He is a great husband.
And I'm one lucky girl.
Happy Anniversary, Joey.