I don't normally do dedications of sorts to particular people online, and no offense to those who do. It just seems too serious and personal to share with the blogging world. But because of a recent - um - encounter (for lack of better words), I guess I'm just feeling the need to share with you all a few little somethings about Tyson, and why I love him - probably more than any of you love your spouse (I'm kidding............. kind of)

There are so many things that I love about Tyson Vee (his name, first off - isn't it a good name?).

Tyson is laid back. When I wanted to paint the kitchen cupboards, he said, "I don't think it's a good idea. But if you really want to do it, I'll help you. And I won't complain." And he really didn't. He's a great sport.

Tyson is so good. His conscience would never allow him to do anything dishonest or shameful. The guilt would kill him. Literally. Even if it would be better for everyone involved if he told a little fib. Nope.

He cares so much about me. If I can't sleep, he'll read to me or rub my ears (sounds funny, but works like a charm!). And he has been known to say funny things like, "No mother of my child is going to step on that nail!" (while fixing something in our bedroom)

He is such a good daddy. He read those books about pregnancy and infants right along with me, and always wants to do things the right way. Wy Guy loves that about him.

I can't get enough of Tys. For the first 5 years we were married, I cried whenever I spent a night away from Tyson. (My sisters can vouch for that one! But, honestly - I am getting better.)

Tyson is a pro at making up his own special words to well-known songs. One of my favorites is: That song, " We can dance if we want to... ...We can dance. We can dance." Well, Tyson sings, "Do the dance. Do the dance. Do the underpants dance." He also writes his own songs. One is well-known by my nieces and nephews, called, "Orange Juice & Lemonade"

Tys is a worry wart. When any symptoms of sickness show up in our little guy, faster than a speeding bullet, he has already found a nice big disease that also carries those symptoms. :)

Tyson works his buns off. He would never take a hand-out from anyone. If that means working harder, then so be it. He is totally self-reliant, and likes to be independent. Admirable.

Tys is hilarious. Sometimes when we go to bed at night, we just talk and laugh and talk and laugh. That was one of the first thing I loved about him - back when I met the hunk. I was 18. He was always so funny.

Old people love Tyson. He worked in a Care Facility, and was soooo good with them. When others couldn't get the "old folks" to cooperate, they sent for Tyson.

Tyson comes home for lunch every day. He calls me when he's heading home on his lunch break and leaving work to come home. He calls and checks on me when I'm going to jail (Kind of - LOL) and just never forgets about us. I know Wy and I are always on his mind.

My family loves Tyson. When he worked evenings and weekends hours, he missed out on lots of birthday parties and things like that. Everyone would always say "We haven't seen Tyson for so long!" "He is such a hard worker!" or "Tell him we love him!" and usually a, "Those people are so lucky to have Tyson there!" And they were right.

Anyone who knows Tyson is lucky. But not as lucky as me.