...but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Alright. Things are going to get a bit mushy here. Which is so unlike me. I hope I'm okay.
My husband is pretty awesome. I know, I know. Most women deep in throes of wedded (or unwedded) bliss say that. But we are past the honeymoon phase. Real life kicked in a long time ago.
He celebrates my successes more than I do. He sings my praises when I can't. He believes in me when I don't believe in myself. He doesn't care if I'm the best at anything, everything, or nothing at all. He just wants me to be happy. Whether I become a butcher, a baker, or a candlestick maker is irrelevant.
The fact is, I take him for granted on a regular basis. But a life without him is unimaginable.
Let's be clear: I've always questioned monogamy. As a biologist, you learn that it is a rare and rather unnatural phenomenon in the animal kingdom. The current divorce rate can attest to that. But logic and science can't sort out my feelings for this guy. There simply isn't anyone else out there for me.
I'm not an easy person to love, but I work to be more loveable every day; in the hopes of one day matching his admirable ability to accept, forgive, overlook, and hug what must feel like a lump of wood some days. The harder I push him away, the harder he holds me. It's both infuriating and amazing.
After Kiddo is no longer a kid and we are left with only each other, I will still enjoy his company. Me makes me laugh like no other.
Some days forever sounds a lot like banging my head against a wall for the next fifty years. Will we still argue about how poorly he loads the dishwasher when we're eighty? I hope so. Because any day with him in it, no matter how awful it seems at the time, is a good day.
Here's to the really great guys out there. They do exist. If you haven't found him yet, don't settle for anything less.
Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.
Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to.