The Mister

Today is my husband's birthday.  I don't talk about him a whole lot on here (do I?) but he's definitely a huge part of my life.  I was having dinner with some classmates a few weeks ago and we were talking about the different stages of relationships we were all in. One was twice divorced, two were in committed relationships, one was widowed & remarried, and then me, married for the first time.

I was trying to put my husband and I's relationship into words; trying to describe the unique connection that we have.  One of the girls asked if we were a team and I said yes, we definitely are.  I kind of left it at that however I felt unsettled with my answer.  As I thought about it over the next few days, I realized that while we are an amazing, wonderful team, we are so much more than that.  We are each others coaches, cheerleaders, and critics.  We are each others greatest strength and at times, greatest weakness.  Our relationship is so much more than just a team.  In staying with the sports theme...we are an entire athletic department at times.

There's a song out right now by Martina McBride (love her) called "Love you through it" and it's totally sad so don't listen to it unless you need a good cry. It's about a wife finding out she has breast cancer and the song is her husband's way of telling her that no matter what happens, his love will carry them through this dark time in their lives.  I pray that no tragedy ever finds our family however, the words move me because they describe us.  When I am weak, he is strong.  When I don't think I can carry on, his love carries me through all the hard times in our lives.

Our relationship is not perfect. Far from it and yes, we definitely fight.  More often than you'd think.  But I can honestly say that in the six years we have been together (married for 3 1/2) even though I have had thoughts of murdering him in his sleep, I have never ever thought that I made a mistake.  I have never thought, even for a second, about leaving or what else was out there.  Instead, even on the days when he's driving me nuts, I smile and wonder what wonderful thing I must have done to deserve this amazing man.  I consider it a privilege to be his wife.  I am grateful that I get to wake up with him for the rest of our lives.  And if you're rolling your eyes, wondering if I said "obey" in my wedding vows, rest assured that I am quite confident he feels the exact same way about me.

We are equals in the greatest sense of the word.  We have a mutual respect like no other.  But yes, it is still a privilege to be his wife.  I burst with pride for him.  And even now, six years later, when I see his name light up on my phone, I get butterflies in my stomach.

Happy birthday, baby.  I love you because you're you.


I actually wrote this post one night a few weeks ago and came back across it this week.  Oh the irony.  In the past couple weeks, my husband hasn't felt quite right; he hasn't been himself.  We're still slowly (oh so slowly) seeing doctors and working towards a diagnosis.  This is by far the hardest thing we've ever faced together but we are facing it.  Day by day.  Minute by minute.  I will not give up until I have an answer.  A treatment.  I will get my husband back.  Our sweet girl will get her daddy back.  We will overcome this. And in the darker times that are surely ahead, our love will carry us.