If you've listened carefully, you've heard me say this before:
I respect this man like no other.
I think that's how I knew he was THE one and not just the NEXT one.
He's smart like no one I've ever known.
He loves God and reminds me on a regular basis to do the right thing.
He holds me accountable
and knows how to tell me I'm wrong in just the right way
so that instead of getting mad, I get inspired to do better.
But bigger and better than all that, he GETS me.
He doesn't try to change me or mold me or shape me.
He's ok with
the fact that I'm not always the neatest kid on the block,
the idea that I sometimes get so engulfed with a project of sorts that I forget what time it is,
the notion that every so often I'm just downright grumpy and need a minute (or many),
the concept that I've been known to talk on the phone for hours at a time,
the thought that I need girl time on occasion,
and the theory that I like my music louder than most.
He accepts the idea that we don't and won't always see eye-to-eye.
But, we've gotten pretty good at the whole communicaton thing,
and I like to think we're a nice balance:
I'm more of a talker, and he's more of a listener.
He's also one heck of a good daddy to our little girls.