One time, when we fought (which is an extremely rare thing), my boy lifted my iPhone over his head and played "In Your Eyes." It is an actual impossible thing, to stay angry at a man with two hands holding an iPhone in the exact position depicted below.
Oh, darling - let's have an adventure
I am approaching my first anniversary with my husband Aaron. I have been thinking long and hard as to what to give him for our anniversary. I am not fond of material gifts for anniversaries - I think they should be commemorated with something unique, something not-repeatable. So I thought, I will write down why I love him, I will write down without any fear of being sappy or sentimental, just what he means to me. So this is for you, Aaron, and I love you. Happy anniversary.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Reason #23
Aaron is incredibly fair and balanced. He listens to facts and can keep his emotions separate before making judgment. When something happens that would hurt me horribly, he can step back a bit and look at it through other lenses, and he almost always chooses the lens that makes the most sense. He's slow to anger, slow to make judgments negative or positive, and inherently he gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. It's not that he's ... Pollyannaish about it. It's more that he just takes his time and tries to evaluate and cover things from many angles. This means that I need to give him time sometimes to process data, but in the end, the results he comes back with are the best results.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Reason #21
He drives. He knows I do not like to drive, as traffic makes me feel just overwhelmingly irritated, and he is perfectly happy to wear a little driver's cap and take me anywhere I need to go, or want to. I believe if I asked him to drive me to the grand canyon, he would whisk me into the car and off we'd go. He's on his way to pick me up from work so I do not have to take a delayed metro, right now.
Serious business, serious driver.
Serious business, serious driver.
Reason #20
I love when Aaron reads me stories. He reads to me, he reads to the children, to us all together as a family. He reads to Anna, and he reads to himself. He likes to share things which make him think, and he likes to share things which make him laugh. It's fascinating to me that we see different things in books and that our focus is not the same, but we enjoy them together and he animates things with his beautiful face and his wonderfully expressive voice. I could sit and listen to him reading for hours and hours. I love that his voice is the last thing I hear before I sleep. It's not always the first when I wake - often it's a soft spoken, "Hi mama!" from Julia. But it's always the last.
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