I love you more than. . .

I love the Math Man more than hummus!

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than chunky baby wrists.

I love you more than. . .

I love you even more than I'd like a snowday today.

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than Christmas music.

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than the feeling after working out.

I love you more than. . .

Math Man, I love you more than a Sunday afternoon siesta. 

I love you more than. . .

. . . even Charleston, South Carolina!

I love you more than . . .

. . . Mr. Mason loves watermelon.  (and he looooooves watermelon)

Mr. Mason at Grandfather Mountain June 2009

Mr. Mason at Grandfather Mountain June 2009

I love you more than. . .

Math Man, I love you more than you love banana bread.

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than pedicures.

I love you more than. . .

Math Man, I love you more than having smooth suntanned legs.  (which right now I don't have.  But which I'd like.)

Perhaps after this weekend (we're going to Charleston to go VENUE HUNTING!!!!!!!!  Can you tell I'm excited?) I'll have a small step towards the suntan.  (but not really, I'm an SPF35 girl and Math Man is an SPFAsHighANumberHeCanFind guy and half the time I end up using his sunscreen.  We're all about healthy non-cancerous skin around these parts.)

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than that Aha! feeling when I find the perfect case on Westlaw. 

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than law school graduation.*

*which was one year ago today.

I love you more than. . .

Hey, Math Man!  I love you more than When Harry Met Sally.
(The movie.  Because obviously when Harry first met Sally they didn't love each other (yet) at all.)

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than the first Spring day in Chicago.

I love you more than. . .

I love you more than Mr. Mason smelling like Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo. 

Birthday Email for Mr. Mason

Math Man sent Mr. Mason a birthday email today.  (via me of course)  I just had to share because it certainly is part of the Mr. Mason festivities around these parts today.  Plus, I just think that Math Man is the sweetest ever. 

Dear Mason,

Happy Saint Patty’s Day and Happy 5th Birthday from your dog dad! I’m quite excited to celebrate with you this weekend. I promise that there will be some good walks. Hopefully we will see squirrels.

With age comes more responsibility. You are now the man of the house. Please make sure you take Callie on walks in the morning and in the evening. They are a good for her, and maybe it will give you an opportunity to see additional squirrels. Also, please make sure to guard the house. By this I mean please sit in the window frequently (on the back of the couch) to scare away malicious neighborhood guitar players, and of course any mean spirited squirrels. With all of this middle east uprising, please also be on the lookout for insurgent squirrels.

Please look forward to being dyed green this year for your birthday!

Love,
Dad


post-edit:  I cannot wait until Mr. Mason, the Math Man, and I all get to be in one place all the time.  No more of this just emailing on birthdays.  Also, Math Man kids about dying Mr. Mason green.  He suggests it all the time but I am 172% against it. 

 Photo from Math Man's email.  I have no idea where he found it.

I love you more than. . .

Math Man, I love you more than paperwhites love sunshine.

Let there be no doubt. After seven years, I am very. . .

Photo by Orange Turtle Photography courtesy of Wedding Wire

I love you more than. . .

Math Man, I love you more than cherries.