Him.

...he was a big Phoenix Suns fan.

Unbeknown to me, he always said, "The first girl that takes me to a Suns game, I'm marrying."

I took him to his first one. :)

He is amazing.

He has the best smile.

He has the greatest sense of humor.

He can seriously get his groove on.

He is the most patient person i know.

He has a million qualities i admire and aspire to.

And,

for some reason, he picked me.

After our first date i went with him to the store to pick out a birthday present for his brother. I forgot my shoes and accompanied him in just my socks.

He wasn't embarrassed.

I showed up for a date to hike the oracle caves in bright green, one piece footy pajamas because it was November and i was cold.

He still took me.

The first time he met my dad, my dad pulled a gun on him, mistaking him for a burglar.

He still came around.

I rolled him in a sandrail, (again mistaking myself for Danica Patrick) and it landed on his head.

He didn't seem to mind too much.

THEN....

I invited him to the college formal at EAC where he literally took over the dance floor, dancing like a wild man and....

he stole my heart.

Happy Birthday babe!