How can I begin to describe the love I have for this man? This man I’ve been married to for 11 years today. Who entered my life 11 years and 6 months ago and has been with me through my entire adult life.

Maybe first I should start by describing him.

If you’ve had the privilege of meeting my husband you know at first he seems quiet. Shy even.

He’s polite and courteous. After an introduction he may stay silent and just observe everyone else. Take it all in in silence. If you know him you’ll know to look for an occasional smirk on his face in the middle of a conversation. He’s not speaking, but he has something to say.

If you know him well you know that’s the time to prompt…

A simple “what?” Will get him going in the conversation, most likely with a bit of sarcastic humor.

He’s funny.

He knows more about sports than anyone I personally know. If you want to strike up a conversation bring up something about sports news. Chances are he’s heard it.

He has a big heart. Our tears are his weakness.
My husband is an excellent father. He’s the one they go to for laughs and rough play. He picks up where I leave off when I travel.

Calling him a hard worker is an understatement. He takes a job very seriously and he gives his all.

He’s honest and extremely loyal. I trust him wholeheartedly and know he will always be there for our family.  For me.

Things aren’t always sunshine roses and fireworks, but it’s always legit. This man is totally mine.

A couple weeks ago we snuggled together on the couch and I asked him if he thought we were soul mates.

“What does that even mean?!” He answered.

“Ugh! Don’t be rude” I sighed in frustration. “How can you not know what soul mates are?”

“I need a definition.”

This is totally typical in our relationship. Me asking the random, philosophical questions, my husband wondering what the crap I’m talking about now. But I appreciate that he really LISTENS to me and doesn’t just say what he thinks I want to hear.

I’m the big dreamer. The one having weekly epiphanies and life-changing ideas. He’s the one cheering me on, and adding a much-needed dose of stabilization to our lives.

“It’s like when two people in the world are just meant for each other.” I made up a definition.

“Yea, I think so.” He replied.

And I think so too.

Happy to be celebrating 11 years with the love of my life.

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