Let’s Talk about My Husband

Today, Matt and I are celebrating our 9-year-anniversary.  I think they say that if you make it to year 7, you’re pretty good to go for a lifetime of blissful marriage.  We’re still pretty darned smitten with each other (at least, I am with him) so I’m saying ‘Cheers’ to the rest of our life.

Can I tell you just a little about him?

This man is a rescuer.

Years ago he rescued a dog caught in a trap at the Clackamas Fish Hatchery.  Several years later he rescued a horse who had bucked off its rider and then ended up with its hoof stuck in its own saddle.  He brought it back to our house (I thought he’d bought me a horse) and tracked down its owner.

He rescued a hawk from our friends’ netted garden.  He’s rescued a number of birds from the buildings in which he’s worked.

He rescued (or helped, rather) the victims of THREE different car accidents!  Who has those odds??

Recently on his drive home from work he rescued a woman who’d fallen out of her wheelchair.  He parked his car, and proceeded to push her all the way to her home.

All, totally true stories.

Did I mention how he rescued me from a life of single-doom?  A life with myself?

{and consequently gave me 3 amazing little boys … who unfortunately suffer from meltdowns every once-in-awhile}

Anyway, this handsome man did rescue me from me.  I didn’t know the depths of love or laughter before him.  I didn’t fully understand or appreciate the importance of sacrifice, compromise, devotion, adoration, communication, patience, humility, or humor, before him.

How dull my life would be without these things, and him.

But that isn’t because I lived an oppressed life before  … the opposite!  So this is just a testament to how must better he made everything.

Before we got married it was required that we do pre-marital counseling with my pastor.  We took a compatibility test and answered EVERY single question the same.  But, my pastor informed us, we got one answer wrong.   The same question, both answering it the same.  

Confused?

The question was to the effect of: “Do you think this is the only person on the earth you are meant to marry?”  We both said ‘Yes’.

Evidently the answer was supposed to be ‘no’, but of all the questions I’ve ever gotten wrong in my life, I’m completely fine with that one.

Now that it’s been established that my husband is one-in-ten-million, I’ll let you in on how this little photo session with him went down.

I wanted to play a bit more with the Lensbaby I’m borrowing from my friend Monica, and since it is manual focus I needed a subject who could stand still for more than 5 seconds.  He’s my guy.  We had a beautiful day yesterday, so off we all walked.  Me with my camera and camera bag, Matt, and the boys armed with their remote control car.

The adventure can only be described as that … an adventure.  There were tears, frustrations, arguments, (from our kids, not us) and a lot of “Matt??? Can you stand here for a second??”  He obliged, keeping his attention on both me, and the boys …

He does NOT like having his picture taken, and likes looking at the camera even less than Kaden.  He’s modest and is probably going to wanna vomit when he reads this post.

Maybe I should just say that this little photo session is very much a demonstration of just how much he still loves me.  And puts up with me.  Or maybe those are two in the same.

I got a lot of serious shots (which I’m totally down with).  As soon as he’d smile, I’d start giggling and that would make my camera shake, and that just isn’t a good combo.

I’d say something like, “Is that how you look at your adoring wife?  People are going to think you want to sock me.”  Then he’d say something witty in response, flash me the smile that makes me swoon, and then I was a goner and have to recompose myself.  And this happened over and over.

{It took me a bit to recover after this one above}

Friends, thank you for letting me talk about my husband.

And thank you, Husband, for letting me photograph you.  And be married to you.  And stay home with our kids.  And blog about you and our life.  Thanks for supporting me and helping me laugh.  And for rescuing me from me.

Mostly, thanks for committing to me for the next 75 years or so.

I think the best is yet to come. 

 

 

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