Monday, May 21, 2012

I Am Lucky

I'm a very pessimistic person.
I have been known to say "Everything is the worst" non-ironically.
I am constantly thinking about things I don't have, things that could have been, etc.
I torture myself over the things my husband does that drive me nuts, the ways I wish he was different, maybe we're not right for each other, I wish he was more like so-and-so and on and on.
(I do this about pants I own too, it's not just the hubs.)
But I was standing in the shower yesterday and thinking about what a great weekend we were having and I took a minute to shake out some of the crazy in my head and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I am lucky.
For a million reasons.
But a big one is this guy

I'm lucky because he's handsome.
And can fix any car, any home problem, any computer problem, but also knows every word to every song from Glee.
And because when I'm being nuts, he shakes his head and lets it go.
And because at one of our darkest moments, when I tearfully confessed something awful to him, his first reaction was to reach out his arms and tell me everything would be okay.
And because he gets me in a way no one else does.
And because he reads Lord of the Rings once a year which I find nerdily adorable.
And because he's a huge, gigantic dork.
And he makes me laugh.
And because we really are, regardless of what my crazy head tries to tell me, perfect for each other.

Thanks hubs for picking me and making me so darn lucky.


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