I am an only child. It was great growing up and always being the best one at whatever I did because there was nobody there to measure up against. But then I got married and all of a sudden there was someone else in “my” family to compare myself to. It sucks to be married to a guy who can do everything. I taught myself how to cook and I was decent at it, but then he started cooking so I gave it up. I was a photographer in high school and did a fairly decent job as family photographer until he came along and he is actually a gifted photographer, so I gave that up. He is a better parent, a better provider, a better everything than I am. But it is all okay. I love him so much that I love to watch him do all of these things and be really good at them. I am a fantastic cheerleader. And we are a great team.
I don’t know if he believed in himself when we first met. I believed in him. I knew that he could do anything he put his mind to, and he does. I am a good wife. I never thought I would be that. I was always too concerned with what I was doing to care about anyone else. But then I fell in love with this man and things changed. I cared more about him being happy than myself. I understood finally why my mom ordered fish when my dad ordered steak, so he could have the other half of her meal. Love is in the small acts of kindness that we share with another human being. I would never have had the chance to be a really good mother if I had never met my husband because I wouldn’t have known what it was like to be selfless. I had to first learn how to focus on someone besides myself to love well, and I did.
I love that we get to share so much of what we do with each other. I love writing a story that he can illustrate. I love that he will stay up late to fix my website when I mess something up. I love that I can be his sous chef when our daughter isn’t filling that position. I also love that we have can do the things that we are good at individually by ourselves. I love that he does the grocery shopping and I do the shoe shopping. I love that he takes care of the landscaping and I take care of the laundry. We are a good team. We bring out the best in each other and we cheer each other on in everything we do. I would never have started writing had it not been for my husband cheering me on and telling me he believed in me.
You can thank him by checking out his website. He is so ridiculously talented I don’t even know where to begin describing what he does. He is an artist, a musician, a photographer, an amazing Dad, husband, son and friend. He is an excellent human being. I have said many times that I married really well and I mean it. He did not marry as well as I did, but he can’t be good at everything.