Oh Captain, My Captain!

He doesn't like to be the center of attention. He likes his mornings to be just so. He used to be a mean hockey player and speaks Spanish like a Madrileño. He bakes all the bread we eat. He doesn't like to snuggle. He's ambidextrous. He's ambitious. He loves his mother. He shaved his head this month and cried with joy when a co-worker told him he looked like an ex-con. He takes care of his sisters. He throws me over his shoulder and spins me around until I scream. He has the biggest crush on Jay-Z. He's saved lifes. He's the funniest person I know. He baked our son a chocolate cake at 11 o'clock the night before his birthday. He has Bleecker Street on repeat. He cries at The American President and love all things Sorkin. He's big on loyalty. He was asked twice if he was a doctor at the birth of our son and considers that the height of his career. He is not a doctor. He is my love. He's all the things I dreamed about and more. He's really into football. He can eat more cake than anyone in the world. He's my guy.