Shaun got a call from his friend, Todd, this weekend.
They had been talking for quite sometime and Shaun was telling him about living here and how the kids are. He said that he was happy here and that *I* was awesome. He said “sure.” and handed me the phone. On the other end of the phone was a handsome sounding man. This handsome sounding man was to the point. “What do you love about Shaun?” I hate it when people ask me this question. I never get it right. I always say something stupid like, “He makes good chicken enchiladas.” I tried to explain it, but it didn’t come out right. I thought about that question all day. I had promised to send Todd an email with our home email address and the url to our website. I figured since I had more time to think about the question, I would send the answer in an email. This is what I sent.

Todd,
It was great talking to you today, sorry I was so scattered. I wasn’t prepared for questions :)
You asked why I love Shaun and I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s a tough question because I can’t pin point one thing. Yeah, it was his humor that first got me. I’ve got that weird sense of humor too and it’s not very often that you find someone that not only gets your jokes, but beats you to the punch line.
I think it’s that he doesn’t give me everything all at once. He makes me work for things. I’m use to getting my way, and he gives it to me, but not without a fight first. I don’t feel like I’m bulldozing over him by having all the control. In the past I have always had full control of how far the relationship would go and how much I would let myself feel for someone. He worked his way in slowly and didn’t try to take control or make me feel threatened. He was my friend and didn’t push anything. He let me know how he felt about me so there was no question that if I wanted the friendship to go to another level it was welcomed.
We tried the relationship thing the 2003 season…oh wait, I guess I better explain that huh? We started talking through football season. It was right before the afc championship game and we were friends until after the superbowl. We started seriously in Jan 2003 and a month later he broke up. It took about 8 months of being friends and dating other people that we ended up back on the same fantasy football league and started talking on a daily basis again. *sooo romantic huh?*
It’s not the ‘perfect’ relationship. We have just as many problems as the next set of people. [comments deleted] We are both goofy as hell and can’t be taken seriously. It’s the strangest combination of responsible and immature. We complete the other when the other slacks off. I don’t want to cook, he does. He forgets to pay a bill, I remember. He gets up on Sunday’s and gets me a latte from Starbucks. I replace the brakes myself when they start squeaking. I love his strengths and I over look the weaknesses. He loves me for who I am and doesn’t try to change me or make me feel stupid for being different.
I don’t see what he sees in me. He asked me what I didn’t like about the picture of the two of us. I said, “well. I’m just not that pretty.” He thinks that’s funny. I don’t care, i’m a geek and I’m okay with that now. I have my degree in computer science with certification in network security (FULL on geek!) and I want to go to law school for family law specializing in father’s rights. I’m not the pretty girl. I’m also stubborn as hell. He doesn’t care. He just sits back and waits for me to get so frustrated with him or something that I just melt down and then he comes in and hugs me and laughs at me and I laugh with him and everything is all better.
That’s what I love about him.

How about you? He said you wanted to marry him at one point and he said no, so you married a girl with a similar name. :) hee hee.

Talk to you again soon, I hope.

Kristine