Monday, July 11, 2011

The Husband


I love being married! It's pretty much awesome and my husband is a rockstar.

My home office is a mess (they say all the creative ones are...) and I've got sticky notes all over the wall behind my computer - I probably should invest in a cork board... They say things like quotes I've liked or my current goals or future ideas for goals and stuff. But there're two small sticky notes that have one of Elizabeth Barret Browning's poems on them in tiny writing:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

I usually don't like poetry unless it rhymes (you know, like Silverstein, Suess), I'm sure it has something to do with my literary immaturity. Anyway, I love this poem. Mostly because I'm a sap. But in my sap with the sappy thoughts I've had after having lunch with a 50-year-old-ish friend of mine who's only wish is to find a husband, I thought I'd write my to
p-ten reasons I love mine:
  1. he fixes my car (or gets it fixed)
  2. he always makes the budget even out if I go over with buying food or clothes
  3. he must immediately remove his shirt when he comes home from work
  4. he always follows the rules
  5. he never yells (ever)
  6. he feels passionately about swearing and even though he's calm, quiet, and never yells, I watched him tell off a basketball referee at a game for doing it so much
  7. he always wants to do better
  8. he'd give me whatever I wanted
  9. he grows a beard just to shave a mustache and gross me out
  10. he always makes to-do lists
  11. he cleans with amazing speed
I know that's 11. They just came so fast. Being married is awesome. I remember being newly paralyzed and thinking that no one would ever want me anymore. Who could look past something so blatantly wrong with me?I guess someone :)

We got married 3 years ago. I was on my honeymoon on the 4th anniversary of being paralyzed.

Here's us yesterday in Logan. He drove me to my talk because 1. he always comes to my talks on the weekends, and 2. he would have anyway because it was so far. My husband = awesome.


(yes, he is currently growing a beard with the intent to shave a mustache and gross me out)

5 comments:

  1. This is such an amazing post! I'm very glad you wrote it too. I have often had similar feelings about your husband. Not about loving him, but the admiration. When you used to talk about him, I could sense your admiration for such a remarkable man. And while I am sure you hear all the time about how fantastic you are, I am sure Whit often gets forgotten. I wish I could tell him how wonderful I think he is. While you are easy to love, and I never had any doubt that you would find someone as great as him, he should receive acknowledgement for the great responsibility he has taken upon him. He does so with such charisma and ease that you would never know how hard it is for him. And I know that he does it all because of how much he loves and adores you. I have never met a more perfect couple. You compliment each other so well. You EMANATE love! :-)

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  2. Husbands are pretty great. Sometimes when I'm feeling really down about not being able to have kids, I think about how lucky I am to have a husband when there are so many women who never get to enjoy that. Life is pretty wonderful when you have a best friend living with you and sharing his life with you. We are so blessed. :)

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  3. Sierra, you mad my heart *bling*!

    Katrina, I know what you mean - I feel so bad for women who want to be married but can't. My friend who prompted this post is 50-ish and we had lunch together and afterward when I left, I watched her go into a bridal shop just to browse.

    We are so lucky.

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  4. You are too cute Meg! Love the new posts ;) BTW I am bringing all my YW to Ms. Wheelchair---can't wait! love you!

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  5. You are gorgeous, inside and out!

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