Life with my Hubby keeps getting better. It seems that more and more often I catch myself entranced, so completely content to just watch him or listen to him. In many ways I feel like I am sipping on a beautifully aging wine. (I know that’s not how wines work, but if it were, you know?)
When we first met, I suppose I didn’t know much about the inner workings of his mind. What I knew then and what is still true today is that he is a GOOD guy. But what I have today is so much more than that. He has, through simple acts here and there and just by living and growing become my Hero.
There are a few things I really liked to do before I was a Mom. I loved politics, read profusely about it and every now and then preached to my choir. I also loved to cook and thought I was pretty darn good at it. I loved to read. Today, it’s not that these aren’t things I enjoy doing anymore but you can imagine that after chasing little rascals around and trying to maintain our household they have fallen down (perhaps unnecessarily) on my list of priorities. Last May I gave up keeping up with politics. Last week, for the first time in a while, I cooked 3-4 (easy) dinners of the week, and I simply cannot remember the last book I have completely finished.
Hubby does our dishes. A lot. He builds garden beds for me, digs the dirt, breaks the lumps, rakes it neat. All so that I may tend my garden. He builds fences. He digs holes. He fixes up the house. He teaches Isabel to use tools.
He keeps more than up to date with politics. He is my news source. And I absolutely love to hear him talk about it, especially with others. I wish I had his memory for facts because he can bust them out like a little boy breaking open a pinata. And when he speaks I hear the passion that I had for politics in his voice.
He can really cook. I remember when I told him my little tricks. And I remember when he used to tell me how good my meals were. Now I feel like the master whose pupil has outgrown her. But I will admit it, folks, I think he can cook better than I now. And that’s saying something if I may say so myself.
The Boy READS. A lot. He is like the little kid whose brain is a sponge, soaking it all in: war books, spy books, history books, wizard books, fantasy books. All on top of the slew of online news articles he reads and podcasts he listens to. I am happy I got to join him with at least one of the books, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. But I bet he’s finished that one; I haven’t yet. All of this reading has helped him to further develop his mind, thinking and opinions and it has been awesome to watch the transformations.
Seriously, when Dr. Laura says people should wait until they are 27-28 to get married because who they will be at that age is vastly different from who they were at 22 – or 20 – she is right. I loved my Hubby when he was just my boyfriend (and I was the tender age of 19) – he was funny, smart, handsome. Okay, and tall. But the man I have today is distinctive, certain, and SOLID (not in the refrigerator sense, but that too) and I just got very lucky that he is exactly what I, as an almost 30 year old and mom, want in a partner.
I am in awe. And I just feel so blessed.