This is the man I married 8 years ago today. In all fairness, I did ask him to give me blue steel as I took this shot. He drives me crazy in good ways and in bad (wasn’t that part of the vows or something?) and he can grill.
This is better. We were a match made in heaven. We are both difficult people and he lets me win most of the time. He has a kind heart and a very soft spot for the fur babies (sometimes too soft considering he’ll let G-dog take my side if the bed if I am not careful). When we first got together, he played guitar, wrote me songs. He made me cards and one time when he was teaching a camp, made me flowers out of paper. He was hilariously funny and could disarm you in a second with is terrible puns. One time he even spray painted his love for me on a football field. No joke.
Now it is eight years later. He is no longer a teacher, the guitar case is a tad dusty and I have heard all his jokes…I am not kidding…EVERY SINGLE ONE. I have not gotten flowers in a while, paper or otherwise and song-writing has been replaced by power point presentations for his sales job.
Sometimes…it makes me sad.
Then I remember, this is the man who comforted me when I was at my very lowest and supported me when I left my last job and took a much lower paying one to keep my sometimes questionable sanity. This is the man who no matter how hardened, cynical or jaded I become, he tries to make me laugh (and usually can). This is the man who silently stood by and let me go off like a raving lunatic on USAirways when they screwed us out of a weekend away, just because he knew I needed to do it (also I suspect he didn’t want any misplaced anger going his direction, smart that one). He makes sure he tells me he loves me every day, even when I don’t feel like saying it back, and kisses me every night when we go to sleep.
…and he can grill…
I have it pretty good I think.