I admit that when I fell in love with Andy eight years ago I didn’t have the slightest idea what I was in for. I did know I had found someone I could trust, someone I could laugh with, someone strong and steady enough to withstand the storm that is me, someone who looked amazing in a swim- suit. I understood enough about marriage to be cautious. And by cautious I mean terrified. But beyond that I was clueless.
The first year I was slightly disillusioned. Somehow life didn’t get any easier. My wildest dreams didn’t suddenly all come true. And why didn’t Andy magically transform into someone who shared all his thoughts and feelings through beautiful ballad? How could we possibly have a happy marriage if we didn’t stay up late confiding our deepest secrets to one another? He wouldn’t even close the shower curtain when he was finished showering AND he left his socks on the floor. I had married a man-man. I was very concerned.
Thanks to Dr. Laura, some general maturing, and life experience, I have come to truly appreciate my man-man. Because I was right about him from the beginning. He is someone I can trust completely. He is someone I can laugh with. He is someone strong and steady, hard-working, undemanding, and generous. He is good at everything he does. He brings me roses when I’ve had a bad day. He is a playful and loving Daddy to our girls. He loves God and his family. And he still looks amazing in his swim-suit. He doesn’t share all his thoughts and feelings, for which I am grateful. He still doesn’t stay up late confiding his secrets because frankly, he doesn’t have any. He still leaves the shower curtain open and his socks on the floor but I’ve learned to let it slide. Because if that’s the price of a happy marriage, its a small price to be the luckiest girl in the world.
Seven years of marriage, many accomplishments, a few tragedies, and two-and-a-half-kids later he is still my best friend. I love him more than ever.
Happy Valentine’s Sweetie.