Why my husband is the cutest in the world

Okay, so if you know my husband at all, than you know that he is a connoisseur of rock and roll. He's played guitar since he was six years old and has been in one band or another since high school. He's played shows with all kinds of bands, some which have even claimed semi-famous members, and put out several cds. Sure, it's all been underground, no-label, punk rock dives sort of stuff, but he has managed to earn a degree of fame within that realm. His last band sold cds on a couple different continents even. With a background as such, it makes sense that he is somewhat of a critic when it comes to music. He's got stuff that he likes, and stuff that he just cannot stand. Fodder for the masses, in his opinion. Musical theater falls into the category of things he dislikes. And by dislikes, I mean hates. Merely suggesting that he may have at some point in his life sat through a musical and found any degree of enjoyment therein produces an amazing display of contempt and disgust. Seriously, mention a famous musical in front of him--one that most of society has agreed is atleast bearable--and he'll make a face like you've just waved a week old fish carcass rolled in foul sewage and left to ferment for a month under his noise. Pure and utter disgust.

Now on to the reason why my husband is the cutest in the world. Last weekend we took the kids to see "Suessical the Musical." Notice that "musical" is in the title. I have to admit, I was afraid. I didn't know what to expect. I was surprised when he saw the name of the play and didn't have any reaction. Positive or negative. As if I said we were going to see a reenactment of the five o'clock news. "Ehh. Okay. We should leave at 5:30 if it starts at six." Nothing more, nothing less. Odd, but okay. Then we got there. And instead of slouching in his seat and counting the slow, miserable seconds until it ended, he was happy. Pleasant even. As if he wanted to be there. He commented on how nice the set was, the actors were, and ---gasp---the music was. What on earth, you ask, could cause such a change? Aww. There, my friend, is the reason my husband is amazing. Our three year old girl caused the transformation. Natalie loved the play. She clapped, she sang along, she cheered on the hero, and she cried when it was over. And her enthusiasm was enough to change the heart of my true blue, rock 'n roll to the core husband. For her, Chad sat through the entire play, talked to the actors afterwards, bought the sound track and blasted it proudly through the car's stereo system on the way to the gym the next day, singing along as if he was destined for Broadway. He did it all because it made our daughter happy. A few years ago he played a show with a guy from Green Day. Last weekend he sang along with Horton the Elephant. And that is why I love him more than anyone else in the entire world--past, present or future.