Okay, I've been holding back this post for a while, but here it is.  I am freaking crazy about this guy and this is one reason why:  he's like a kid.  In all the best ways.  He loves to laugh and be silly.  He loves games.  He is curious about everything.  I'll tell him something and an hour later when I see him, he'll have already researched it.  He loves walks and discovering.  He loves food.  He loves playing with drinks and flavors. He loves naps and hates to go to sleep at night. (He also hates to wake up before 9.) He loves movies. He loves solving problems.  His hair is typically borderline messy like he just woke up.  He wears black sambas almost every day. He giggles like a little girl if you "tickle" him - aka, even touch his sides. He loves cereal and root beer (not together).  He collects the oddest items (only odd because I don't know what they are) for his dozens of projects in his head.  He believes anything is possible and we are capable of making a difference and fulfilling bigger dreams than we yet dare. He looks at things and says, "I could do that." He really could build a robot. His perfect day includes chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk.  He owns two kites.  He keeps a mountain bike in the kitchen.  He jumps on every hotel bed he can. It's weird for him not to talk to strangers or make a new friend at every party. He loves surprises and getting gifts.  He hates washing dishes, but loves things to be clean. Puddles call to him.  He likes the rain. He dreams in "video games" and wakes up thrilled. He will dance his heart out in the living room for an hour.  He makes it a point to not sing the correct lyrics to any song, but always sings along. Life is an adventure. He also smokes a pipe, sips whiskey, wears a cardigan and boat shoes, grows a beard and works 14 hour days when the need calls. He reads the Economist, makes the best steak, and understands investments. He is kind and thoughtful.  He has been told over and over about his "sad eyes."  And perhaps they are sad eyes.  He knows pain.  But oh when those 'sad eyes' smile.... my heart. My five year-old heart.  It knows it has found its friend. And we're giggling and dancing and trading mischievous glances and adding dozens more to the list of things we are going to do, learn, build, see.