Wednesday, March 30, 2011
It's my blog and I'll be gooey if I want to.
It's no secret. I love this man.
Don't get me wrong. We've been married almost 15 years. We aren't newlyweds. I'm not oblivious to his humanity, nor are we floating on clouds of fluffiness, rainbows, and lollipops about reality.
He is odd. In at least three dozen ways. At least. He also does things that drive me insane. These things include, but are not limited to: leaving clean dishrags in the kitchen sink with cracked egg shells. Saying, "That's a good question," when he doesn't know the answer to the question. Leaving his shoes under the kitchen table. The boat that is sitting in our garage.
But he has good taste in food, in music, in movies, and certainly in a wife.
(And trust me- he puts up with WAY more than his fair share of things that get on his nerves about me. But this is MY blog and I don't want to write about those things... heehee.)
Anyway. Tomorrow (March 31), is my husbands 46th birthday. Yessir. 46. As in 4 away from 50. (I ain't gonna lie... I think it's smoking hot that I'll almost be 38when he hits the big 50. Yep, you do the math.)
I love to celebrate. St. Patrick's Day, Thanksgiving, the 100th day of school, National Pink Bracelet Day, you name it. But my family's birthdays?
Those are the days I live for.
And since it's the single most important person in my life's turn, I can be as dad-gum gushy and ooey as I want to be. It's MY blog. :-)
What makes this man so great? I'm so glad you asked.
He's not perfect. And he knows it. I like that.
He has NO problem admitting he's wrong. Unlike his hard-headed woman.
He can fix ANYthing. ANYthing. For real.
He doesn't try to hug me when he's sweating.
He's stronger than a team of Swedish bodybuilders all named Sven.
He grew his beard out really thick for me because I like the way it feels against my face and I LOVE the gray patches.
He makes me laugh until I snort.
He's brutally honest.
He loves my parents and shows them.
He has let me work through my "I need a dog" phases. With patience and mercy.
He knows when enough is enough.
He trusts my leadership as the mother of his child.
He follows my lead on walking through the emotional landfields of raising a girl since I am one.
He holds my hand alot.
He wakes up and prays for me throughout the night. And I often fall asleep with his hand on my back. That's my favorite way to sleep.
He warms my van up on cold Florida winter mornings.
He stopped complaining about the three thousand bottles of Ranch dressing in the fridge.
He loves people. Geuninely loves them.
He created our "family punch" in a fishbowl with giant straws for family nights.
He has the best smile lines around his eyes.
He thinks he's a cowboy. And I'm pretty sure he's right.
He spent three weeks in Africa, sleeping in a tent and eating whatever he could get... and he plans on doing it again and again.
He knows me better than any other soul on this planet. He's the only one who sees the really real me. And he chooses to love me still.
He looks into Abi's eyes everyday and affirms her as a person. Affirms her beauty. Affirms her girlhood. Affirms his love for her.
He won't let Abi talk smack to me. Not even a little bit.
He's cute. Like a rugged teddy bear with an Elmo t-shirt and a holster on.
He writes the best birthday/Valentine's Day/anniversary cards EVER.
His laughter is ear-rupturingly loud. It comes from his toes.
He cries when he talks about Jesus. Or hears a beautiful song. Or sees someone's life changed.
He loves to hear me sing.
He saved my life. Literally.
He listens. And remembers. Most of the time.
He knows I am his equal, and he is mine. We are partners. In every way.
Oh, there's more. But I can't tell it all on here, can I? That would be so unlady-like of me! ;-)
Rodrick Avery Paul Windham, this little girl loves you. With all my heart and soul and mind. My life began the day I met you, and I didn't even know it yet.
But I know it now. And I'll always know it.
Happy birthday, sweet Rodrick. The world is a better place because of you. And believe me... no one could ever love you more than me and a certain little freckle-faced green-eyed princess do. You're our sun, moon, and stars.