Thursday, February 23, 2006
Honey, does this make me look fat?
DISCLAIMER: NOT MY HUSBAND!
But that is how many women feel about their husbands.
I, on the other hand, see my husband as my Knight in "maybe-needs-a-little-polishing" armour. Not a perfect person, but, hey, like I am?
He is my best friend.
He is the man who thinks I look good with no make-up (well, okay, sometimes he says "hey Cruisin...just add a little lipstick").
He is the man who still thinks I'm funny, even after hearing the same old stuff for 23 years.
He even thinks my butt still looks good (let's hear it for declining vision).
No matter how many times I say, "let me just tell you how I feel about this", he takes a deep breath, bucks-up, and listens.
Even if I'm a raging, PMSing, crazed out of my mind, woman (who now can shoot a gun...scary, huh?)...he just looks at me and waits it out.
He can fix anything and build anything. You name it, he can do it.
He is unassuming and loves simple things (hence, his marriage to me).
He gets angry with me when I put myself down, or sell myself short.
My husband is not a believer in the "prescribed" holidays...i.e.,Valentine's day . His theory being, "no one will tell me how and when to love and celebrate the people in my life".
Now, while that may sound curmudgeony to you...here is what I know.
This man has come home to me and my children, every single night of our marriage. He has never taken a trip without us. (the poor man!).
He surprises me with tickets to concerts he knows I'm dying to see (although, he forgot Paul McCartney...oh well, no one's perfect).
When I mentioned, in passing ( about 6 months prior), that what I'd love to do for my 50th bday is go to Disneyland...just the four of us...he and my kids surprised me the morning of my 50th with a trip to Disneyland. (not to mention a surprise party the next night). He LISTENED.
He surprises me with a gourmet dinner when I've been at a professional training all day. (that's more than he gets...hey, you got a problem with turkey sandwiches?)
He is the funniest person I know. (Don't tell David Letterman I said that)
He has been my number one supporter and inspiration for this blog.
Let me explain:
I have been trying to get my computer challenged brother to read this thing for months...but he is, well, computer challenged.
So, today...my husband, who believes in my writing so much... went to the trouble of actually printing out every page of this blog, to send to my brother to read.
He did that, not because I asked him to, but because he so loves what I write and feels that my brother is missing out on knowing a different side of his baby sister.
Woah...may not seem like a lot to you...but to me...there are no flowers, or candy, or jewelry that could ever compete with that.
I am guilty of not always expressing what I feel (Mr. Cruisin's reading this and thinking, "Christ, when don't you express what you're feeling?)
I want my husband to know, that I do not take him for granted. I have known, from too early of an age, that life can change in the blink of an eye. And so, I keep my eyes wide open and take in all I can.
Afterall, how many men will sit on the couch and forcibally watch American Idol with you, while eating a gallon of icecream, and screaming: "ooooooo, Ace is sooo cute!". And let's not forget Dr. McDreamy (right, girls? are you with me?).
Just wanted you to know, Mr. Cruisin-mom...I'm still crazy about you. (okay, no jokes about the "crazy").
Most people who know you, don't know what I know.
The gifts you give are laughter and love and heart and soul. I saw those things in you, and I knew that with you, my life would be full.
I guess you are my Knight in shining armour, after all.