Rough hands. Forcing me to try new foods. Refusing to yell at me ... ever. Playing Xbox LIVE into the wee hours of the morning. Pinching my bum as I walk up the stairs ahead of him. Selective hearing. Loudest sneezes in. the. world. Leaving his clothes on the floor. Telling me I'm beautiful, first thing in the morning.
We've been together 9 years, this year, and yep, he drives me crazy sometimes. I take deep breaths, I glare at him, I try desperately not to roll my eyes.
My husband. His name means "to honor God." It's the perfect name for my Timothy, though I never, ever call him by it, because it sounds so strangely distant. To me he's babe, or Stuckey (if you really want, I might write a post on our silly pet names -- he calls me Bucket). But I digress ...
To honor God. This is what this man does every single day. In his friendships, in his relationships, in his work, in his family.
I love witnessing the excitement he feels when our Maile does something new. I love the sheer abandon and joy with which he plays with her.
I love seeing our true love change and grow.
I love how he inspires me to be better than I am.
I love the way he still nuzzles his nose into my neck as he sleeps, and mumbles "You smell so good."
I love how he sometimes kisses me so forcefully, that he almost knocks me over. Even though I lightly punch his arm and whine, "Honey! I'm short! You hurt my neck when you do that!"
I love who I am with him.
I love how I've explored so many new things with, and because of, him.
I love that he motivates me.
And most of all, I love him because he loves me, even though I take life way too seriously. Even though I take myself way too seriously. He reminds me that life is life! That I shouldn't care so much what "everyone" thinks. That I am me, and he loves me for me.
I feel that lately, I haven't appreciated him for all he is. I've been so focused on trying to be the always-elusive "perfect" mother, that I forget to tell him that I love him.
So this is me saying, babe ... I love you. All of you. All of us.