To tell you the truth, we don't have anything in common. I am a quiet type, he's the humorous one. I like reading, he loves anything to do with soccer. I can't stand spicy food, he adores it. See, we're nothing alike!
Oh, I did try to entice him to read more, a couple of years ago. Yes, he reached the last page, but that's the only time I saw him reading a novel (he reads other stuffs like newspaper, meh!) He's just not into books, and I believe he did it just to make me happy.
I let him be ever since. Our differences make us special, I guess. He still wakes up in the middle of the night to watch soccer match, a thing I wouldn't do, because my resting time is precious. He becomes grumpy when his team doesn't win, which we always joke at the end of the day. The fact that we get to laugh at each other is a blessing.
To sum it up, my husband is my hero. He's a good father, a (silly) joker, and a hard smart worker, but he's never a reader. I doubt he ever will, and you know what? Who the heck cares!
Happy birthday, darling!