As of today I’ve been married to My Hero for half of my life. To avoid the need for anyone to do math, I’ll just tell you that I’m 46 and it’s our 23rd anniversary.
Yep! 23 years. 22 of them happily. I could have done without the first year!
I can honestly say that My Hero is the nicest person I know. I am not. I’m still hoping that “nice” will rub off on me! If I ask him to do some mundane task like emptying the trash compactor, his standard answer is, “I’d be honored”. He’s crabby once a year. He’s yelled at me twice in 23 years. When yarn and fabric shows up in our house, he looks the other way, or oohs and ahhs appropriately. And he’s really funny. It’s a rare day that I don’t laugh at or with him.
More importantly, he’s a man of God that is supportive of me and a great example to our children. He’s my best friend! I’m looking forward to the next 50 years!
Hey honey! You rock!