He’s a keeper

I ask your indulgence today while I celebrate my dear hubbie, as it is his birthday.

We joke about how we would have not given each other the time of day in high school if we knew each other then because he was a party boy and I was a goody two shoes girl.

However, by the time we met a few years later we saw something more in each other, even though all my family saw was one more young man destined to quickly exit through the fast revolving door of my love life, this one just a little different from the rest, being dressed in leather covered jeans, sporting a pierced ear, driving a purple Jeep and  owning a Harley.

He jokes about his family paying me to stay married to him, and that since we keep the contract renewal dates secret, he is always on his best behavior so that he can remain for another year.

Yet, here we are over thirty years later, and I love that he loves me for the real work in process me, that he is willing to converse and listen, that he is a great dad and a friend to our daughters, that he is a follower of Christ, that his sense of humor has kept me laughing for years, that he saw and sees in me what I sometimes don’t see in myself, that he encourages me to grow into my best self, and that he is my absolute best friend forever.

So that’s it. No lessons today on looking for the good, seeing what really is going on inside, and really getting to know someone before we assume they’re too different from us for us to be friends. Just a testimony to my dear hubbie.

Well, except for a rerun of a post I wrote last year about our relationship:

Yet another reason I love my hubbie

This morning over breakfast we were chatting, and the talk turned to the large gathering we are hosting this evening for my mom’s birthday. The conversation went something like this:

Hubbie-Who are you texting? (Did I mention that I stopped mid-breakfast and mid-discussion to send a message to our oldest daughter? I have reached the point where I must take some kind of action on ideas and thoughts as they occur, at the risk of not recollecting them until it is too late, or not at all. And no, generally I don’t indulge in such bad manners. I was guilty of that here, and for that, I apologize.)

Me: Alexis. I asked her to bring her external camera flash tonight. I want to hang our two flashes from the living room beams to see if I can get better light for our photos, since we are having jam night, and will have lots of family and friends here.

Hubbie: Oh. (A short pause here, then he turns on his very sweet smile) Honey, you know that all you have to do is walk into a room, and you light it up.

Awwwww.

Just yet another reason he’s a keeper.

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