My New List

Brent will most likely murder me for writing this post. So if I disappear, you'll know why.

In fact, I told him I just needed 30 minutes to myself. He took Adi for a little drive so I could have some time...and blog about him (obviously he didn't know the details).

Today is the last day of his very fantastically long holiday break from school. I'm pretty sure we just spent something like 30 days straight hanging out together. Aaaah. Thank you, world, for celebrating the holidays.

And spending time like we don't usually get to, we've been able to relax and just enjoy being together.

The thought occurred to me the other day that if I had the chance to re-write that silly list of things some teacher inevitably makes everyone write about the qualities of their future spouse, I know exactly what I'd write. I'd sign, seal, and deliver it to my 15 year-old self today.

Along with a little note to go ahead and date the other guys, but not to waste too much time, effort or heartache on them, because, at this point, my 15-year old self had already met the man of her dreams.

And here are just a few of the (million) things I would highlight.

Anyone who knows Brent (and me) knows that he is one of the most chill, patient people on the planet. He's not lazy by any means, but he doesn't get all worked up over silly things. He takes time to think, he's rational and objective. I love that. Because I'm not, let's be real.

I never really thought that the sound of the vacuum or dishes being washed would replace my "must sing like Frank Sinatra and play the guitar like Tom Petty" requirement. But it officially has. The man just helps out. I don't have to ask him. He just does it. Makes me feel good. Like my entire purpose as his wife is not to clean his house. We do stuff together. I love that.

And while we're on the topic, he can sing. And he does. To Adi. All the time. It's really one of the sweetest things ever. He sings to her to play with her, to distract her from a major tantrum, and to get her to sleep. She requests songs from him at bedtime. In fact she requests "dad" to rock her to sleep most of the time.

He saves me. Every day, really. From myself, imaginary expectations I place on myself and from this crazy world. He's never told me a thought I have is stupid, that the things I'm thinking are crazy or that an idea is too big. He's truly sincerely supportive. He'll talk about anything with me like it's the most important thing on the planet at that moment. And sometimes it is to me.

He's my friend. We watch movies, giggle at Adi, play, pray and work together. We read, budget, cook, crash diet, and crash our diets together. If something happens during the day, he's the one I want to tell. He's the one I can hang out with in my sweats and ponytail, or dress up and pretend to be a responsible adult.

And we have big plans. Big plans for our kids, our house, our future. And even though some haven't worked out, or some may exceed our wildest expectations, I'm glad to know they're our plans. Our future. I love that.

And now I think I'll go hug him. And finish the list another time...