This post was sitting in my Drafts and I completely spaced it.
The idea behind Scrolling Saturdays is to post something from your archives, from when you perhaps had a smaller readership. My blog was just four months old at the time; this post I wrote two days after my husband’s birthday. It gleaned 24 comments at the time. Woot woot.
03 November, 2005 – “That Man”
I’m in a reflective mindset again. Whatever the reason, I can’t help but marvel at the fact that I have a wonderful husband. It was his birthday on Tuesday (tchoosday), and throughout this week, I have been reflectively contemplating him: his character, his strengths, his mannerisms. Him.
First and foremost, I’m grateful to his mother for raising him the way she did. I have a wonderful man at my side because of it.
I often wonder if most would pass by Bryan without a second glance, unaware of how remarkable he really is.
He has such strength of character and a strong resolution to always do the right thing. He’s smart. He’s funny, mostly without trying. He has been through a lot in his life, and in spite of it, has become a better person for it. He commands a quiet attention when he publicly speaks or teaches a group. He puts others’ needs first before his own and includes everyone. Despite his incessant teasing, he has a love for everyone and shows it in his actions. He is a natural-born mediator and is at his best when he is resolving concerns and situations. He has an incredible ability to draw others to him, and because of that, people confide in him a lot. He isn’t afraid to try something new, or take risks. He has a very sensitive (and kind) heart. He is by all means the definition of complete selflessness. He is always looking to improve his surroundings and is never short of a new well-thought-out idea. He was born to sell anything to anyone, and by his own admission could “sell ice cubes to Eskimos.” He loves me completely, for who I am and what I can become. He never tires to please me or make me feel wanted and appreciated. He really is the one person that understands me completely. He is my husband … and he has no idea how important he is.
It’s come around all too fast again. I’m left feeling empty, alone and down right bored. The house seems to echo with the quietness reverberating off every wall, even though the boys are playing happily. It gets worse when it’s dinner time, no one to bother feeding but me (Ian rarely eats what I put in front of him). What’s the point of making the effort? When next Saturday rolls around, the clock will tick again–until then, everything’s still and quiet.
Any time Bryan and I are apart, I worry enough for three women. I always dread something bad is going to happen because we’re not together, like that would somehow prevent a tragedy.
He’s in Quebec as we speak at the Company’s Canadian site, taunting me with finding a Curry House and showing me the bill. I wonder what nicety he’ll bring me home…until then, I’ll scuff my feet and sigh loudly.
Unequivocal proof my husband loves me.
But not that I’ve ever needed it.
Even when we’re on other tasks – like searching for the perfect Christmas present for Cameron – he’s thinking of me. I left his side in Target in Missoula to buy and feed Cameron some Gerber Graduates ravioli. We found a quiet spot in the in-store Starbucks and he cleaned off the entire bowl. When I eventually found Bryan and Ian again, he had a surprise for me.
A small glance at a item, or token of some sort can conjure so many words, feelings and emotions–and this did for me.
It’s amazing where one decision in life can take you. I never thought that my life would turn out the way it has, and how blessed I would become. When I so unexpectedly stumbled across this man almost 8 years ago, I had no idea the series of events that would occur which would change my course forever. Even the quiet times are special; sometimes all we need is to share a smile and we know what the other is thinking. We even share a love of self-depreciating humour. I think we’re hard wired the same way.
Our life together has taken us down paths and to crossings we never thought we’d see, but we are stronger and wiser for the experiences. We’ve learned our happy times are trials too. How will we use this time to build and reflect on the things we have learned (?). The quiet (peaceful and stress-free) times are sweeter, appreciated; given the acknowledgment they rightly deserve.
Despite my shortcomings and failings, he loves me for who I am and that couldn’t make me more prouder. I know that through him I feel more empowered and enabled. When I doubt my own abilities, he is always there to lift me. I love him just for his compassion and empathy towards me. He always knows exactly what I need.
Even when it’s a box of British chocolate biscuits.