I've been married to this man for 19 years today. Nineteen years of learning, laughing, compromising, adventuring, hearing, being heard, working, traveling, rejoicing, growing, moving, These years have passed in a blink but have created a depth of history I'm so proud to share with him.
He is an adventurer. He likes to test his physical limits. He is passionate about sport and his beloved Missouri Tigers.
He is unabashedly himself. Admitting his fears and celebrating his strengths. He's optimistic. Calm in crisis. Fiercely loyal. Committed to learning how to be better. Both at work and play.
And in our marriage. He's worked at it for nineteen years and we've worked hard together to make our partnership strong, close, committed, and supportive. Communication takes work and we've put the time in and are damn good at it these days. That sentence makes my eyes fill with tears of pride and satisfaction. I blink those away and just think of him. All that is him.
A husband. A father. A family man.
He's a keeper. I love him so.