A special day again… Happy Birthday, Viking!
Life with The Viking isn’t always easy. Sure, we have a lot of fun, but I have to put up with some stuff that is less fun:
- He snores. And it’s quite loud.
- When he snores, he usually lies on his back with his arms outstretched. It’s really a nice thing to wake up in the middle of the night with a giant Viking’s hand on your face.
- He knows nothing about IT. He drives me crazy, when he clicks on a pop-up, which makes his PC crash.
- He is very stubborn and absent-minded. The problem is: so am I.
- He doesn’t know how to dance.
- He sometimes falls asleep while we are watching one of my favorite movies.
- He still has troubles with the difference between an “apéritif” and a “digestif”.
- His sense of humor sucks.
But, there are lot more things, that are fun to live with!
- He is the only man who knows who the Comedian Harmonists are!
- He knows everything about European history and culture.
- He is very open-minded.
- He likes different kinds of activities: listening to music, reading, going to museums, having a walk, lying on the beach, and so on. And so do I!
- He loves to travel. So do I!
- He does love movies very much as well.
- He is very sweet and attentive.
- He is very romantic.
- He is very intelligent.
- He is beautiful. Yes, he is!
- He is also very sexy and passionate.
- He is always very calm.
- He likes all kinds of cuisines.
- He likes to cuddle.
- He is not afraid to show his love for me in public.
- He takes really good care of me.
- He makes my life better.
- He thinks that I am a great writer and photographer and is so proud of me. I think he exxagerates…
- He is actually quite a good cook.
- He helps me a lot in the household.
- He loves to do grocery shopping.
- He does do an effort to learn how to dance.
And I could go on … But maybe I should borrow the words of one of my favorite writers, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, to express what I really feel for him:
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
Happy Birthday, Viking!