I can’t say enough about this man that I married. I talk about him all the time, and thankfully no one gets annoyed. My days end with coming home to him, or him coming home to me, and I think that is one of life’s simplest pleasures. He is smart, witty, handsome, sincere, kind, loving, strong, generous, chivalrous, warm, and I said before that I think his body runs on tinsel, jingle bells, and antique Christmas ornaments. He is merry, and oh how I love him so. He is such a romantic. He is thoughtful and I don’t think that I’ve ever had to remind him to be thankful for anything. He is the perfect match for me, in every single way. Where I can be careless and scattered, he stands one step ahead with the thing that I thought I forgot. Where I can be moody and grouchy, he knows when to sit tight and let the wave roll by, and when to chime in and bring me back to reality. So often, it feels like he and I share a wavelength that no one else is on. We communicate so well, and we know which buttons not to push. We know how to throw water on the fire, and which moves to take to avoid fanning any flames. He knows when I need my mom. He knows when I need my girlfriends. He knows when I just need to come home and crawl in bed. He knows where my bobby pins are, while I never do. These are just a few examples, and are nothing in relation to the entire picture of what makes him who he is, and what makes him perfect for me.
If you want to gag and stop reading go ahead, but I’m still going.
We are in this season of our lives that we have never been in before. We are pressing pause on travel plans, so that we can tackle bigger things. We are talking about getting a puppy one day in the not so far away future. We are soaking up every bit of time with each other before we bring anyone else into our little family. We are trying to balance work with visits to our families. We are continuing to learn about each other, and gaining strength through this. We are working towards our future, and finding joy in every step of the process. I said in yesterday’s post, “if you’re not having fun, you’re not doing it right.” This remains to be true. We must be doing it right, because we are having fun.