Our three year wedding anniversary.
Anyone can do three years, right? Right? Well, those people have never been married to ME. Just M-. Sometimes I think he deserves a medal of honor. Now don't get me wrong I'm a nice gal... we all know that, but easy, I'm not. Sometimes I look at him in amazement at his level of calm compassion and loving.
To the world, Mike is a quiet, nice, hard working, and generous man. He is all of those things, and so much more. One of the things that first attracted me to him was how he was interested in such diverse activities hiking, traveling, fishing, going out, learning about stuff, history, music, science...you name it, he is interested. Except for musicals, never musicals.
That is balanced with enduring craft shows, fu-fu restaurants, being my right hand man on photo shoots, buying me milk as soon as we run out, letting me fall asleep on every car ride over 34 minutes, and letting me watch Mama Mia as many times as I want. (a musical...I know!)
M- loves me in a way that is simple, special and all mine. He doesn't do all those things that drive so many wives crazy...he comes home when he says he will, he doesn't go to happy hour every night and twice on fridays with his buddies. M- is there when I need him, most importantly he is there when I'm okay too. He is present and concientious. Mike is willing to do whatever it takes for us both to succeed together.
I'm pretty sure I drive him bonkers more times than none. My brain just doesn't work the way most people's do. Somehow he remains calm in the face of this. M- stepped into a whirling dervish when we began dating, he is the calm for this storm. There are many things we don't agree on, but he is able to acknowledge and validate my feelings without fear of emabrrasment or anger. He is the first to hold me when I am afraid, anxious or just nuts. He is the first to say 'you can' when I say, 'I can't'. He is the first to let me be myself, no matter what that means with out anger or guilt.
Happy Anniversary Honey!