Seventeen years ago, at the ripe age of fifteen, I met a boy. At the time I had no idea that this boy would become my best friend, my husband, the father of my children. I had no idea that this boy would be the one person to not only see me at my best, but to hold me at my worst.
Tom isn’t your ordinary man … he’s one of a kind. He’s the kind of man that books are written about. The kind of man that is sweet, gentle, loving, funny, kind, and sexy, and that list of qualities goes on and on and on … He’s the good guy, the one that people know they can turn to because he’s reliable, loyal and honest. He’s the father cheering on his little girl when she learns how to “skin the cat” in gymnastics. He’s the dad that spends countless hours building forts, train tracks, and farms with his boys because nothing is more important to him than being interactive.
But, what sets him apart from the rest of the wonderful men in the world is that not only is he an amazing father who would do absolutely anything for his children, or a devoted son and brother who will drop everything in a split second to help out his family, but he’s the type of husband that does absolutely everything he can to help his wife make her dreams come true.
Often times I come home from work exhausted with a list of things that need to be done before I can sit down and write … and often times that entire list of things is already complete.
I could talk for hours about the amazingness that his my husband but the truth is that there aren’t words adequate enough to describe him, so think of your favorite book boyfriend, take out any negative aspect that you don’t like, multiple all of your favorite traits by ten … and you MIGHT have an idea of what i’m talking about.
So what’s the point of this post you ask?
Eight years ago today, August 18, 2007 I married my best friend. I married that boy and it has been the best eight years of my life.
Every single day I thank God for bringing you into my life. I thank him for thinking i’m worthy enough for a man of your caliber. I know that I’m difficult at times and that my Type A personality may get a little overwhelming, but I’m so incredibly grateful that you’ve decided to put up with me because my life wouldn’t be the same without you … in fact, without you, it wouldn’t be much of a life at all because you bring me peace and happiness at a level I didn’t know existed.
Thank you for loving me … thank you for letting me love you … thank you for everything you do day in and day out to make our lives wonderful.
Most of all … thank you for being you.
I will love you forever, although I’m convinced that forever isn’t long enough …
Love you more (don’t argue it, you know you won’t win)