What else could I possibly write about on Valentine’s Day than my fabulous hubby. You know how everyone and their dog says “I married my best friend.” Well, I truly did and it was one of the best moves I ever made.
See, the hubby and I had only know each other 4 months when he popped the question. The freaky thing was, we started talking marriage after 2. We both knew that was slightly crazy, but started praying about it and everything felt 100% right. Now looking back, I am shocked we so clearly knew that we were who we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with so soon, but I have truly never doubted that decision even for a second. I would hate to give the impression that it is all champagne and roses cause no marriage is, but the ups far outweigh the downs. And I am confident I am in it with someone who truly believes in the covenant of “for better for worse” and is in this thing for the long haul.
My hubby swept me off my feet with the smallest gesture on our first date. We had met about a month earlier and over the course of the evening I had mentioned that I didn’t like my current toothpaste. Yes, I am a wizard at riveting small talk. Anywho, when I picked him up for our date (we lived in Chicago where no one sane has a car except for those who must travel for work) he handed me a small gift wrapped box. In it was a tube of toothpaste. He told me he thought I might like this better. He had me at Colgate.
Corny? A bit, but what I realized at that moment was that he had truly listened to me and cared about what I was saying even though it was a really stupid thing. That moment is so defining for me. Everyday he takes the time to listen to me and try and make my life better. He isn’t perfect at it, good golly who is? But I go to bed every night feeling ridiculously loved and cherished by the man who lays next to me.
Valentine’s Day is a rather stupid holiday really. Isn’t just a day to make hubbies feel like they need to spend lots of money and wives feel like they dust off their lingerie? Why do I need a special day to tell people I love that I love them. Don’t I do that everyday? Absolutely. But it is a day to pause and realize what so many days I tend to take for granted. That I truly believe I am the luckiest woman on earth to have found my hubby and stuck him with me for life. Oh yeah babe, you are stuck.
This was submitted for the February Write-Away contest at Scribbit