The Man (men) in My Life

On Friday, June 11 it has been 27 years that I have been with the man in my life. Even with him in another city, we are together. It seems like yesterday that he kept showing up at my apartment around dinner time to see what might be on the stove or in the oven. It's funny that his desire for a home cooked meal brought us together. In 27 years he's discovered I'm not much of a cook. He's the adventurous one in the kitchen. I guess I use all my creative energy in other areas.

I don't really remember what attracted me to him in the beginning, but I know over the years, his gentleness, his commitment to me and to his family, his love for his work, and his appreciation for simple pleasures have solidified my love for him.

Because of him, I know the joy of a dandelion bouquet, a warm hand, a 'shoebox' card, the nightly phone call, and the hug that always comes when leaving or arriving home (we do a lot of that). I married a man who every night he's home checks my bathtub and vacuums out the swarm of lady beetles that have accumulated during the day. I married a man who looks on the bright side, who can pull me out of a slump (no easy task), and who knows how to be a partner with a stubborn, opinionated, passionate woman.
I remember telling both of my children many times that the most important decision they will make in their lifetime is their choice of a partner. I made a great choice. We have created a wonderful, ordinary life together. Ordinary can be pretty wonderful. He helped me create and raise two pretty amazing boys who are starting to make interesting lives for themselves.

Because of their dad, those boys know the value of a phone call, the power of the words "I love you", that a card says more than an expensive gift, and that family and relationships come above all else.

My hubby and I are spending a special weekend together. No work, no one else, just us. It's pretty great after 27 years that all we need is time together.

Happy Anniversary, Buzz!