There's this guy in my life and he's a big deal. And, today, I'm going to tell you about him. Several months after we met, he moved across the country to live with my parents so that we could date locally instead of long-distance. That's love right there, wink! Several weeks later, he'd tell me he loved me for the first time, as I laid in a hospital bed flying high as a kite on morphine. A few weeks later, he'd propose, in the best way, in San Francisco. On our wedding day, he sang this song to me, in front of everyone at our reception.
He carried me over the doorstep of our first home. He bought me treats when I finally reached the oh-so-happy-and-feeling-better second trimester of my first pregnancy. He stayed up with me for every single nighttime feeding with Graeme-bear. He hid notes in my suitcase when Graeme and I were away for the first time on a trip.For my 30th birthday, he had cupcakes flown in from Georgetown Cupcake, our favorite hole-in-the-wall turned food-network-favorite treatery on the east coast. For that same birthday, he emailed several friends and family members and asked them to write special notes for me to open on the morning of my birthday. (Yes, I cried. Especially reading my mom's and my sister's.) If he gets home late from work, he doesn't eat until he's played with his boys and tucked them in to bed.
And, at times like last night, when he arrived home forty-five minutes after I thought he would, and he hadn't answered three calls, and I missed the text he had sent that told me he was okay, and I was crying because I literally thought he was dead on the side of the road somewhere!, I'm again reminded that I love this man very, very much and would be so entirely lost without him.
And so, last Saturday, when my husband asked if we would go with him into Portland to pick up some green beans, for the first time, for his new hobby of coffee roasting, I was ever so glad to say yes. A big, hearty yes to this love of mine who puts endless trips to the zoo and thrift stores and so on and so forth before his own wants and likes. I am so completely thrilled for him and his new venture. And, who knows? Maybe I'll become a coffee drinker when it's all said and done. (smile)
Here's to hundreds of delicious home-brewed cups of coffee that I hope to show and tell sometime soon. But, more than that, here's to my husband, the best guy, the incredibly kind, old soul that I am so thankful to be walking with through life.