It's been said that I can be a bit of a gusher. No, let's not get too excited -- not a fruit snack with delicious fruit liquid in the center type of gusher -- the normal, ramble on and on about things that I love type of gusher. And I'm not going to lie, I don't hate that about myself. :) The last few days I've been doing a lot of thinking about why I am such a lucky girl. I've got a great family, great friends, a great job, great puppies... and as I fell asleep last night, it hit me that I truly do have the greatest husband. I know that everyone usually will say the same thing about their husbands, and that's fine. Everyone's is the greatest for them, and that's perfectly lovely. But mine is perfectly perfect for me. Meeting people online can be a total crapshoot. I had a few random dates here and there that didn't end up as anything but hilarious stories (ask me someday about gas, grass, and ass, or "Patrick!")... but this one felt different from the very beginning. I knew before I even laid eyes on this cute boy David that it was different. We had such great conversations, and I felt really at ease when we talked. I wasn't nervous to meet him in person -- I was beyond excited. And as soon as I did, I knew that this was more than a one-date situation. I felt it in my heart right away. He left for two weeks on a trip the day after we met, and we talked every single night for hours, despite the time difference. My future father in law must have despised me for awhile for hogging his travel buddy! :) As soon as he got back, it was on. From that point forward, he was a constant in my life. Taking me out, making me laugh, caring for me and about me.
See? I'm gushing. But look at that face! (HA! Those are all classic David faces. It's what I see multiple times a day...)
I just feel like I need to give this sweet guy a lot of credit for being who he is in my life. I can grumble, I can whine, but when it all boils down to it, it's his arm and hand that I reach out for at the end of the night as I'm falling asleep. It's his e-mail address that I write to as soon as I get to work, just to say good morning. It's his voice I want to hear when I am sad, or just need some reassurance. He matches my goofiness 1:1, constantly. He makes me laugh so hard I cry sometimes. He takes care of me when I'm not feeling well, and doesn't ever let me apologize or feel badly about who I am. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have him as my husband, as my partner in this crazy game of life. As we start to shift our family focus towards more grown-up and serious matters, the fear of the journey and unknown is so quickly squashed, because I know that he is by my side. Every silly face, every glass of chocolate milk he drinks (even though I gripe about all of my milk being gone...), every time he protects my shoes from Mira - I count myself luckier to have him as my own.
In the immortal words of Phoebe on friends: "Think my
boyfriend husband is ever so dreamy?" Yes, yes, I do. And because you need more photos to look at of gushing Mandy and her hubby, and just her hilarious hubby, here you go. I present to you what I call "Why I Adore David John Marcellis."
I love you, my sweet Sea! If could spend the rest of our lives just holding your hand, I would be bursting to the seams with happiness.