Thirty-six reasons I love Rebecca:


She's smarter than I am and still pretends that I amaze her with my mental prowess.

It bums her out when I won't let her kiss me because I have a cold.

She writes poems about my cooking.

She looks hotter than her classmates who are more than ten years younger than she is!

She lettered in two sports in college --simultaneously.

She once told Bong Head that she'd kick his ass and it scared him.

She moos at the cows when we drive by farms.

She loves to dance even though she can just barely hear the music.

She doesn't put up with people she doesn't like.

When she sleeps she furrows her brow.

She's an excellent shot.

She can read Hebrew but won't ever tell anyone because she doesn't want to have to lead the Passover Seder.

She puts puts vegetables in her salads that I've never even heard of.

The first thing she does when we wake up in the morning is smile at me.

She loves dogs as much as I do.

She graduated from the most prestigious writing program in the world and still considers writing a "decadent distraction."

She couldn't hear until she was four years old and couldn't speak until she was almost six but most people never even know she has a hearing impairment.

She grew up in Malibu with a view of the ocean but she thinks that the farms and rolling hills in Iowa are just as beautiful.

I've seen her read three novels in a day.

Even though she went to a college that's generally accepted as being a feminist institution, she can't stand what she calls "men bashing."

She likes to drink a beer while she does yoga at home.

She is modest to a fault.

She was first published at 15 when she wrote an op-ed piece that the LA Times ran.

When she reads something she finds interesting she always asks to read it to me.

She insists we celebrate christmas every year, she says she waited all her life to have an excuse to. We still go out for Chinese on christmas night though.

She takes all the covers when she sleeps then tries to cover me back up in the morning.

She is both a little girl and the most composed adult I know at the same time.

She thinks like an engineer.

She always likes the food on my plate better than hers.

Her two best friends from grade school are still her two best friends.

When she feels guilty for buying too many shoes for herself, she buys me a pair.

She's become friends with a few of my old girlfriends.

She's the only person I totally let my guard down with.

Her sense of humor is even more abstract than mine.

She often does the dishes when we're in a hurry to go somewhere, she has no idea why.

She is really lousy at telling lies.


Happy Birthday Rebecca!