We’ve been married for 12 years.
A dozen years.
That happened fast.
This is the first year that I almost forgot about our anniversary.
And by almost, I mean..I forgot about it until I remembered a couple days ago. I completely forgot the date.
Not because I don’t love my husband. In fact, I love him an awful lot.
It’s just, I guess the one day on the calendar gets lost in the everyday shuffle of to-do lists and other life events taken over by 5 kids.
I haven’t even gotten him a card yet.
It’s our anniversary.
Honestly, I can’t believe we’ve been married as long as we have.
Time really flies when you’re having fun.
We’ve had some ups and some downs, as to be expected.
We’ve had major twists and turns, some not so expected.
But, all in all, it’s been a great twelve years.
So, this year, in honor of our almost forgotten TWELVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY, I present you with twelve things I love about my husband. I could come up with more reasons but I need to save them for future posts, of course.
Keep in mind, I’m not a romantic nor am I a mushy, lovey-dovey person. Thankfully, neither is my husband.
I love the fact that, even though I mostly work from home, he still pitches in with all the household stuff. He doesn’t expect more from me than what I’m capable of doing! I think that he realized 13 years ago, when we started dating, I wasn’t the most domestic of all domestic engineers. Thankfully, he is more domestic than I am.
I love that he is playful and silly. We may not be a romantic, hold hands and make out type of couple..but we are on a level playing field when it comes to being…well…playful. Instead of hugging in the kitchen, like my parents used to do…we have fake karate, wrestling matches that inevitably end with me getting a little bruised. But that’s okay, I can’t complain.
I love the fact that we both have separate interests but we also have many of the same ones. He likes playing poker every Friday night which allows me to escape to my friend’s houses to hang. But then, we go out another night and do what we both enjoy. Together.
I love how he is with my daughter. I mention her, in particular, because they have a special bond. They are proof that being Daddy/Daughter isn’t blood relative. She’s just so lucky to have him. And, I think he’s pretty lucky to have her.
I love how he encourages me to chase after whichever dream I’m dreaming at the moment. Because, I’ve switched directions way too many times to count. Yet, he is always my biggest supporter in whatever online, offline venture I’m in pursuit of.
I love that we get addicted to the same television series! He loves the paranormals and zombies as much as I do. And we love the same types of movies.
I love that he is truly my best friend.
I love that he ‘gets’ me. And I ‘get’ him. Even when he’s pissing me off!
I love how hands on he is with our mixed batch of brats. He’s there. He’s present. And all the kids know it.
I love that we rarely fight. When we do, they are doozies. But, they become forgotten by both of us and we move onto the next matter at hand…usually involving food.
I love our marriage. I love our relationship. I love him.
And I love that he loves me.
Happy Dozen to my husband. In the most un-mushy way…I love you with all my heart.
You’re one lucky guy, ya know!
Then again, I’m pretty darn lucky, too.
Here’s to many more where this one came from!