He is my One-and-Only

As I lay in bed last night, wrapped in the arms of the warmest teddy bear, I pondered what on earth I could call my husband when I blog. I have cute names for the kids based on how they approach their world, as I see it anyway. But how do I give a label to someone who means so many things to me? How do I define how I think the world sees him?

He is a man who hungers for the next big adventure. Together we’ve been white water rafting, horseback riding, kayaking, camping, skiing, and hiking. We spent oodles of time in a car driving as far as Florida… and we weren’t even engaged yet. Then there was the Honeymoon Cruise in the Carribean where in our stop to see the Mayan ruins in Tulum. Here’s me “Hey sweety, go stand over there so I can take a picture of you in the middle of a field covered with iguanas.” And he says, “Sure, and complies with my request.” As he’s walking to the perfect spot, he doesn’t realize until AFTER the pictures are developed that he’s about 1 foot or less next two this massive iguana that might actually have been about as big as he is. Had he only know, I’m certain there would have been a very fabulous pose on his part. And let’s not forget the two week excursion to Ireland as a last hurrah before entering the world of parenthood. Can’t think of a much bigger adventure than parenthood, honestly.

And because we’ve always supported each other’s needs for moments of independance, he’s had quite a few adventures on his own. He crews a sailboat in the summer. He rides a motorcycle, which I happily jump on the back of when I can. There are few things that compare to the euphoric feeling of cruising down the highway at 100+ holding on to someone who can melt your heart with a glance with nothing between you and death than the pavement. He’s been deep sea fishing, scuba diving, and he’s brave enough to spend Thanksgiving with my rather crazy family. I’m certain I’ve forgotten something. Hopefully, I’ve remembered enough to paint a picture of his love of adventure.

He’s undeniably caring and loyal to his friends and his family. He will do just about anything to make sure the people he loves and cares for have exactly what they need. Somehow, he always finds time to help out even if it means getting little sleep for days on end. Over the years, though, he has started to put himself first a little more. I think it makes it easier to help others when you take time for yourself. So, I’m glad he’s giving himself more of his own time.

He’s super funny. Approaching life with a sense of humor makes everything easier in the long run. I can always count on him for comic relief in most situations. Gets a little scarey when neither one of us is in the mood for laughter. But, since I can count on 1 hand the number of times that’s happened, I figure that on those very few occasions when the stars align to provide such unfavorable circumstances, we get through it the best we can and probably learn a few things in the process.

He’s very well read and super smart. I envy the amount of time he spends reading just about anything he can get his hands on. And, provided the other party involved has an open mind, he’ll debate just about anything with confidence, whether he knows for sure what the truth is or not. He stands up for what he believes in and expects others to be accountable for what they say they will or will not do.

And he supports me. Aside from the important truth that he gets up at 0′dark-thirty so he can put his 8 hours in go to the gym and get home at a reasonable dinner hour, he’s my biggest fan. No matter how crazy the idea I have, he’s right there cheering me on. I thikn he has more faith in me than I have in myself. It was his idea for me to go to the west coast a few months ago to end a very long chapter in my life, and then start a new one. It was his doing that ultimately got me into the Reiki business. And without arguing he rearranges his schedule so that I can do what I want to do by myself. And really, if he hadn’t been at the right place at the right time, I would not have been honored enough to go to Mommapalooza last year – which opened up a rather important chapter in my life and introduced me to women at least as crazy as I am.

I don’t want to go so far as to say that I am nothing without him. That implies that I am not a strong woman able to pick myelf up when i’ve fallen and take care of myself. I would hope that I am not so important in someone’s life that they would be nothing without me in it.

What I will say about him is that I feel more complete with him. I get lonely when he’s gone and life seems much less exciting. He adds a spark to my day that I don’t think anyone else could hold a candle to. And while I’m certain this whole blog will make some people I know gag to no end – I like to believe that even when we’ve been together 20 more years I’ll still feel this way only the feelings and memories will be stronger and deeper. Sure, we’ve only been together for about 12 years – and married for only 8 of those. But still. I like what we got and I like seeing how much better it gets with time.

So I’ve decided to call him my One-and-Only because he truly is the one and only person I want to share the rest of my life with.