I am married to a good man, a very good man. He loves me, which makes him pretty special, because I can be quite challenging. Not only does he love me, but he's a good provider. He gets up at five every morning, leaving the house by six, driving the van pool to work. And he doesn't complain. He does mention sometimes that he wishes he wasn't getting up alone.
So we started his big birthday out by all getting up far too early (5:30 isn't so pretty) and celebrating with old-fashioned donuts with Daddy.