February. The month of love.
For most people, that’s because it’s Valentine’s Day, but for me, it’s because that’s the month I married my husband. February 16, 2002, to be exact.
So, in honor of this month’s Travel Link-Up series hosted by Emma, Angie, Jessi and Kaelene, which is devoted to all the things we adore, this post is about the man I adore. Not very travel focused, I know, but he is the guy I traipse around the world with, so there you go.
Five Reasons I Adore My Husband
HE’S THE MOST PATIENT PERSON I KNOW.
I have no problem telling you all that I’m made of crazy and neurosis. Always have been, likely always will be. I am high maintenance and emotional and somehow I was fortunate enough when I was just a wee young lass to go to a party and meet a boy who had the fortitude and wherewithal to calmly take on that crazy.
HE’S SUPER SMART.
Growing up, my family wasn’t what you’d call cerebral. That’s not to say people weren’t smart, but intelligence wasn’t necessarily a prized trait. Now, athletic ability? That was something to crow about. (True story: sometimes when my sister or I were grounded, my step-mom used to take away our books because that was more of a punishment than locking us in our room for the night.) Anyhow, because I’ve always been a bit contrarian, I told myself when I went to college that I was only going to date smart guys so imagine my happiness when a girl who lived on my floor dragged me to a party at the next college over, one that is known for having one of the best computer science programs in the country. It took several more weeks of hanging out with those uber-nerds, but then one night in January 1996, I met Alan and that was it for me. He challenged me. He made me think. He helped me study when a course went completely over my head. He was smart in a way no one I’d ever known before was smart. And in turn, being with him has made me smarter, because I have to read and think and really delve into things that would otherwise pass me by.
But it’s not an obvious funny. He’s not the guy standing in the middle of the room telling a joke, or making people laugh with his rambunctious antics. He’s the guy who occasionally jumps in with an observation that stops the room in its tracks. He’s the guy whose humor is so dry that some people don’t understand it. He’s witty, and observant, and he makes me laugh.
HE TAKES CARE OF ME.
Growing up there were a lot of deficiencies in my life – both emotional and physical. If it’s in his power, he actively works to make sure the giant hole in my heart (and psyche) is filled. If something is important to me and works for our life, he does his best to make sure it happens. When I was young, my family never went anywhere. I never thought I’d get to one day see much of the world, but still I was obsessed with National Geographic and Conde Nast Traveler and I knew there was a huge, vast planet out there to be explored. And since we’ve been together, he’s made sure to take me to the places I’d only ever dreamed of. And when I confessed that I dreamed of someday living in Europe, he made that happen too. I can’t tell you how thankful I am for that. Living in Dublin is one of the greatest experiences of my life so far and it’s all because of him … even though it meant moving away from his parents, his family, and the place he grew up. And that whole “he’s smart” thing I talked about above? Yeah, we’re here because he’s so darn good at his job.
Okay, it’s a shallow one. But yeah. He’s good to look at too.