I often write about my relationship with the girls, my knitting, my writing, and my family’s adventures abroad.
The other night as I drifted off to sleep, however, I realized that I rarely blog about the reason that all of this is possible…my husband.
It was a funny night. We stayed up until 11 PM, and cuddled up in bed, both exhausted. It was really cold out, and we were trying to get warm by snuggling. I mentioned something I had read on a political thread on Ravelry, and Marcus and I started talking about it.
We talked, him and I, for almost an hour, curled up in bed together. We were so tired, and should have gone to bed. But we didn’t. Instead, we talked, shared, discussed, lightheartedly debated, and listened.
What’s amazing to me, and what I realized from this conversation, is that Marcus and I never talked politics before we got married. In fact, there were a large number of things we never really talked about. How we’d handle crying it out. Formula vs. breast milk. Where we’d spend Christmas and Thanksgiving. How we’d manage our money or our time.
Of course, before we got married we knew we were similar. We loved doing the same things, and we had the same vision for our future. But many of the logistics that have encompassed our day to day life these days weren’t something we’d ever thought of.
And as we sat, curled up in bed, I realized how lucky it was that I married the right man. Not because we agree on everything (though we were in agreement that night), but because we really are well suited for one another, him and I. When we don’t agree, we talk, share, and compromise. There are times that I agree that he knows what’s best, and vice versa.
Whew…some days we bicker like there’s no tomorrow. But those moments fade away. And I realize that I truly am blessed to have married this man, who once drank 5 forties in a morning for the Breakfast of Champions. Who once dressed up like a fairy godmother for Christmas. Who still loves Tetris as much as the day he was ten.
I love you, Marcus.