This man. My man. My best friend, my husband, my source of laughter and so much more.
It’s hard to sit down and write a post about how much someone means to you. I literally would be here all day! But I owe him a post. Not just a post but even maybe a series of posts, but it would probably make him shutter and my act of love would make him feel awkward and he would probably say something inappropriate and give me a face .
Anyway. I’m still going to write this.
Andy is my husband, you can read more about our 5 years of marriage here, but this post will be all about him and not about me. Which again, he hates but it is one of the things I love about him.
I knew after two weeks of spending time with this guy, that I would spend every moment I could with him. Andy and I were introduced through some friends in college. I took one look at that tall drink of water, skate shoes, basketball sweatshirt, Rockies hat and sideways grin and said, “o, sweet mercy.” While the skate shoes and sweatshirt have been replaced by Sperry’s and bow ties, that sideways grin and Rockies hat still take me back to how and why I feel in love with him.
For most of you who know Andy, a few things probably come to mind. Tall, sarcastic and how he loves baseball, Boomer (our dog) and Beer. I generally say he is a mix of Ron Swanson and Andy from Parks and Rec. But who you don’t get to see is what makes him so amazing.
He is strong. Not just physically but in every sense. This man has been through his family trauma, my family drama, three years of a miserable work project, my tears, insecurities, and mood swings, and when push comes to shove, even if he feels awful, he will work through the pain. In the 5 years we have been married, Andy has taken one sick day. One, and it’s because I begged him to so he would get better faster.
He has servant’s heart. This man will wake up early, stay up late, pick up, drop off, remodel, re-do, re-work for anyone who needs it. He has always emptied the litter box even if it’s at midnight. He doesn’t hesitate to do anything for me. He even drove to a grocery store at 2 am one night to get me medication because I was so ill, without complaining. He just put on his jeans and left! This man! He doesn’t like things to be about him. He hates opening his presents in front of people and doesn’t like when people make a big deal out of his accomplishments. He would rather celebrate someone else.
He is sweet. For reals guys! No joke. When I have had a bad day, we will surprise me with flowers or a sweet note of encouragement on our bathroom mirror. He will do the dishes when he can tell I’m stressed. He doesn’t get the mail because he knows how much I LOVE to get it. When he uses all the soap in the shower he will put a new one on the soap shelf before I get in. My cup is never empty, my toothbrush always has toothpaste on it and he laughs at all my jokes, and guys, they are bad ones.
He is hilarious. I can’t even explain how funny this man is. I’m talking snort milk out my nose, laughing till I can’t breath kinda funny. Yes, most times it’s inappropriate and I can’t believe some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth, but he always can make me smile. I have needed a lot of smiles lately.
He is smart. I can’t even begin to tell you what this man does at work. It’s all numbers and plans and cost codes and grown up stuff. But he gets it and if he doesn’t, he asks questions, learns and tries to do better in the future. He can design, create and build. He get’s the engineering side to the things I see in my head. If it were up to me to hang a picture, I would place a nail in the wall and hit with a hammer. He measures twice, calculates for sloping, and even uses a pencil before he pounds in the nail. I’m sure our landlords have been thankful!
He is real. He doesn’t sugar coat it. This was probably the hardest thing for me to get used to but now, I am so thankful. He says it how it is. If he is cold, he says it. If he doesn’t like it, he’ll let you know. If he is uncomfortable, he will state it. He doesn’t beat around the bush. If he wants to know something, he will ask. Point blank. It’s refreshing. Some people misread this as him being insensitive. That simply isn’t it, he is actually trying to get to know you, see your boundaries and get a feel for how you tick. I feel bad for the people who don’t stick around to get to know him, who judge him right off the bat. They are missing out because this man, he is amazing.
He is human. Andy isn’t perfect. He isn’t the best at everything, he messes up and he makes me cry. But he always, always apologizes. Most times, he is the first to say he is sorry. He isn’t afraid to admit when he has been wrong or when he has messed up. In some ways, I think that makes him the most amazing man ever.
Yes, I owe him this post. I am in constant awe how this man loves me.
I didn’t write this to invoke jealousy, brag or promote that our life is perfect. We have our problems, we have many, but I wrote this as a love letter for him. I don’t tell him how much I need him enough, how much I love him. This man. This man is my everything.