Today is my husband’s birthday, so I thought I’d put pen to paper (figuratively speaking) and tell you 10 reasons why I have the very best hubby in the world. Of course, I’m biased, but let me know what you think after reading this! We’ve been together for 10 years (one reason for every year!) and married for seven. And loving him — and being loved by him — has completely changed my life, and for the better.
#1 He is always there for me. Always — after a crappy day at work, when I feel lousy, when bad things happen, when my health sucks, when I need a hug…Always. He has never, ever ever let me down. He has unending patience and kind words to say no matter what’s going on. Especially when it comes to my health. I don’t have the best health, and sometimes I feel just plain crappy, or I’m in pain. He’s always there. I have a stomachache, he’s there with Vernors. I injured my knee recently and he offered to spread Biofreeze on it, even though I could do it myself — that’s just the guy he is. He puts my oatmeal out in a bowl in the morning so I don’t have to run downstairs to get it. In the fall, he’ll surprise me with hot chocolate, because he knows I love it. He’s gotten me to wherever I needed to go without complaint (I don’t drive). I need my meds picked up, we’re there. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have a husband who makes my needs a priority. My ex-spouse did not, to the point of abuse, and it felt horrible. My hubby is amazing, and I’ve always said that he taught me what real love is. Because that’s it right there, folks.
#2 We have silly in-jokes that no one knows about. And they wouldn’t understand them even if we told them. They’re just our little funny stuff that is guaranteed to make us smile. We’ll be talking to people, and someone will say something, and it will remind us of an in-joke, and we’ll bust out laughing. Everyone’s going, “what the hell?” and we just say, as we’re wiping the tears of laughter from our eyes, “it’s an inside joke. Don’t worry about it.” I can share one, though. Every day we show each other this video. It’s goofy, it’s Adam Lambert being goofy, and it makes us laugh every single time.
#3 He is so generous. Anything he brings home, he shares with me (if I’m not allergic to it). He has candy, he shares it. He’s got a few extra bucks, he splits them with me. He’ll share everything with me, just because he loves me and wants to. The sweetest thing? He’ll be eating Sprees. Later, he’ll pop into my office and surprise me with…wait for it…green sprees. He takes out the green ones and gives them to me because he knows green is my favorite color!! He’s also been known to spontaneously treat me to dinner or dessert, and give me his last dollar just because.
#4 He appreciates my taste in music. Granted, we have very similar tastes in music anyway — classic rock, hard rock, heavy metal. This was one of the things that told me I was with the right person: when we can talk music and not get into a knock-down, drag out fight about whose music is better (that has happened with other people. :shudders: ) And we can speak intelligently about it. Sometimes he’ll pop into my office and share something with me — an older song, or one of his favorites, or even a new band. It’s a lot of fun. When we go camping up north, there’s this awesome rock station called Thunder Rock that we listen to. And we listen to the music and talk about it and just have a good time. (He is not a fan of symphonic metal, but recently he admitted it sounded “kind of cool.” And I grudgingly admitted that Eminem and Rihanna’s “Love the Way You Lie” is cool, too….)
#5 Going off the previous one, he doesn’t mock my Adam Lambert obsession. Most guys would, because that’s how it is. But not my husband. He got me an Adam Lambert tee-shirt once, and told me that he’d take me a concert someday. Now, that’s love.
#6 He’s a cat lover, just like me. And he treats our cat like a child. He loves her, and takes care of her, and isn’t mean to her. You know how they say to pay attention to how your man treats animals, because that is an indication of his heart? Yeah. No question there. (Actually, our cat Hailey was originally his, but I adopted her.)
#7 He texts me every day. Every single morning I wake up to a text form him, wishing me a good day and saying “I love you!” (And yes, I always text him back.) He also calls me every day at lunchtime and asks me how I am, how my day is going, and did I sleep well? It’s wonderful knowing he cares so much.
#8 He attempted to teach me how to drive. And that requires patience and special kind of person to pull something like that off. He was always cool under pressure and never yelled at me. Even when he should have. He was amazing.
#9 He never calls me names in fights. And I never do, either. It’s a respect thing. We do however have silly nicknames for each other which we tend to use more than our actual names (oops?).
#10 He worships the ground I walk on. His words, not mine. He is completely devoted to me, and I know he’ll never stray. And I would never stray, either. I got a keeper. 🙂
So how did I get so damn lucky anyway? Yahoo personals, before dating sites got crazy. We emailed a bit, chatted online a bit, called each other…and I just knew. I let him pick me up and drive me to the park where we had our first date, something I would never have done if I hadn’t trusted him so much. But my heart just knew. And when he kissed me on that first date (something I never do – see a pattern here?), I didn’t push him away. I went with it because it felt completely, utterly right.
When he told me he loved me after three weeks of dating, I could honestly say “I love you” back because I did love him. He’d shown me just in that short time what kind of guy he was.
When he proposed to me 9 months later, it was truly a no-brainer. He said he couldn’t wait till Christmas, which is when he planned on doing it originally. I said “yes,” of course, because how could I not? I had the most amazing guy I’d ever met. I wasn’t about to let him get away.
We were married exactly two years to the day he proposed: June 27th, 7 years ago. As I watched him walk down the aisle to take his place, I almost cried. Not from sadness, or a feeling I was making a mistake. Nope. Because I knew, then and there, that I’d found the man I’d waited 30 years to find: my true love, my soulmate, my very best friend.
I love you, baby. For now and for always. Happy birthday.
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