As I write, it’s December 21st. The end of the Mayan calendar. The winter solstice. And, our 6th wedding anniversary–aka, “17 ½ years since our first date.”
Pat and I are apart today. He is in Columbus for the unveiling of a guitar he’s been building. I am left alone to ponder our six years together as a married couple.
The most repeated question my husband has asked me for the past 17 ½ years is, “Why do you love me.” In honor of our sixth anniversary, here are six reasons I love my husband.
- We have things in common. Having something we both love to share makes staying connected a little easier. This was taken last year at one of the knobs in the Cherokee National Forest when we went to Snowbird Lodge for Thanksgiving weekend.
- He’s willing to try things because I like them. Sometimes, we have divergent interests. But Pat can rally around part of one of my interests and share some of it. For example, he can’t get into birds in general, but he really loves raptors. This allowed him to enjoy a Raptor Experience, which was a dream for me and of only slight interest to him. I love when he doesn’t just “suffer through,” but genuinely enjoys something he would have never done if he didn’t love me.
- He loves dogs. It’s not about the dog as much as it’s about the man. A man who cannot empathize with creatures dependent on humans are usually men who are insecure, brutal, or psychopathic. While there may be other reasons not to like dogs, it’s not something I can really understand.
- He enjoys learning new things. My husband is a rare combination of inventor and explorer. He loves to tinker, experiment, figure out. Occasionally, he takes on a new adventurer. When we moved to Chattanooga, he repeatedly mentioned hang gliding–he really wanted to learn. In this case, I tried something new just because he wanted to. We both had a great experience learning. He swears he will fly again when he gets things more stable at his business. I don’t really care. I just enjoyed learning with him.
- He has a sense of humor. This should probably be number one for me. I am incapable of loving a man who has no sense of humor. Fortunately for me, my husband is not only hilarious, but he thinks I’m funny at least half of the time I think I’m funny. I can’t imagine spending my life with someone who never gets my jokes.
- He’s so smart, he can solve anything. He’s brilliant with any kind of mechanical issue. This goes back to #4. I often call him MacGyver. He could escape captivity with a pack of matches, a stick of gum, and a string. His brilliance is what I most admire about him.
There you have it. Six reasons I love my husband.
I love you, honey. Thanks for sticking it out with me.