Let me list the reasons that John is amazing:
1) He NEVER gets mad. Ever. Even when I want him to. I have never seen him blow up.
2) In fact, he chuckles slightly when I do something as ridiculous as not look CAREFULLY behind myself when backing up. And smiles like that's just one of the little personality quirks he loves about me.
3) Then, he teaches me how to fish. . . er, rather how to call junkyards to find a new door for the minivan at a much cheaper price than a body shop would ask to repair it. (You know, I don't remember the last time I've been so proud of myself than when I found the perfect rear door at the perfect price. It was almost like I fixed the door myself.)
View through the fence of my new favorite junkyard. (Not that I had an old favorite.)
I love him!
Um. . . My new rear door used to belong to a taxi. It almost inspires me to open my own little taxi service. How much do you think I could charge people to ride in the back of a minivan with a 16-month old?