A Few Words

Alexander doesn’t like it when I get mushy about him. He’s humble like that. The attention embarrasses him. And so I respect his feelings. Which is why he’s not mentioned much. Not because I don’t love him. Because I do. But because he doesn’t like me to. So I don’t.

me and him, september 2009

So, let’s talk in hypothetical for a moment, shall we?

Hypothetically, I know this guy who has gotten better with each passing year I’ve known him.

This guy is humorous, loves a good joke. He likes to see me smile and will try to keep me laughing even when I don’t think I can find it in myself to be happy.

This guy is one of the best fathers I know. Selfless and tireless in his daddy duties. His kids love him. They wait all day for him to come home. And they climb on him all night after he does.

I know a guy, hypothetically, who is talented. Immensely so. He has no free time and yet he’s written two novels. Because he loves to write. And because sometimes, talent just can’t be stifled.

This guy, who has absolutely no free time of his own, gets up early just to make sure that his wife is able to accomplish her goals. Because he knows that her free time is at a minimum too.

Hypothetically, this guy I know is amazing. Every day, he makes me want to be better. Every day he makes me glad that I know him.

And every day he makes me over-the-moon appreciative that I’m married to him. Eight years this month. Eight truly wonderful years – just the beginning – with a truly wonderful guy.

me and him, october 2001

Hypothetically speaking, of course.