So, I’m thinking about things I’m thankful for – and believe me I have LOTS to be thankful for. Things I take for granted everyday. One of those things is my husband. He’s just a really good guy and it’s easy to get used to that and forget how lucky I am to have him in my life.
He’s handsome and kind and generous and patient. (That patient thing really comes in handy for him since he lives with two female humans and one hyperactive female dog.) I’ve known my husband for twelve years now and I’m still surprised by his genuine goodness, for lack of a better word.
Oh, sure there are moments when we get on each others nerves, like when he burns my good pans making popcorn. But even when I’m mad at him he’ll do something, look a certain way, and I just start laughing and I can’t be mad at him anymore. It’s quite irritating when you want to stay mad but you just can’t.
There are times with him that I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. Sometimes, I wish that we had grown up together because I wish I could have shared everything – every moment with him. However long we are together in this life won’t be enough. I know that because he makes my life so much better by being in it. Other times I can’t believe I’ve known him for twelve years now, it seems to have flown by – the way times flies when you’re having fun, I guess.
I had a friend, a guy named Keith, and we worked together. After our shift was over there were lots of times I would go over to his house and hang out with him and his girlfriend Becky. Keith was always telling me about this friend he went to college with, this half Bolivian half Irish guy, who was so cool and interesting and how he wanted me to meet him. I didn’t think too much about it – we had lots of friends who were interesting and cool. So, one night Keith asked me to come over because David was going to be visiting and they were going to be playing guitars and hanging out and I should stop by, so sure, I would.
After work I knocked on Keith’s door and he let me in and David was sitting in the living room bent over his guitar, playing. This is where it gets strange and David laughs and says I’m making this up, but suddenly it was as if all the oxygen was sucked out of the room or something and I felt sort of lightheaded. There was a glowing “halo” all around David, I guess like an “aura” of white light. It was just a momentary thing. The heavens parted and angels blew trumpets and sang Hallelujah – no, okay there were no angels or trumpets, but there was a halo of light and I just KNEW when I saw him that he was the guy for me. I just KNEW that I was going to fall in love and marry him. I’m a rational person, for the most part, and I hadn’t been drinking or anything. It really happened and I can’t explain it. Maybe that’s what other people mean when they say, “Love at first sight” I’m not really sure.
Now, I didn’t tell David this story for a long, long time. No need to scare the crap out him – he was kind of shy and I think this would have freaked him out even more than I probably already did. When I did finally tell him, he laughed. See, he’s so humble – most guys would think that’s how all girls see them!
So, since that fateful night, we’ve had our ups and downs but I still think that he’s the best guy I’ve ever known. I’m thankful for everything he does for our family and for everyone else. He’s a very caring person and he’s always seeing the good in everyone, that’s a quality I admire. He doesn’t rush to judgement, and he doesn’t get upset when people underestimate him – which they are always doing because he’s just a kind, unassuming guy. I’m extremely lucky to have him as my husband, and I’m also very thankful for it.