I’m creative, I’m ditzy, I’m stubborn, I’m scatterbrained. And worst of all, I’m a writer, with all the crazy ups and downs that goes along with the publishing world. I needed someone TOTALLY different than me. And that’s exactly who I got.
He hates books. I write books. He delves into my writing projects and becomes as involved as I am. We brainstorm, critique, revise, etc. You don’t need to be a bibliophile to do that… just a good husband.
He understands how things work. I’m clueless about all things mechanical. Let me tell you, this opposite is HUGE when my car with 174,000 miles has issues. I get expert advice, a car fixer, and a rescue 🙂
He likes to tickle, and I’m …..
We’ve been through so much for one year–saying goodbye to both my grandparents, welcoming a new family member (little dog Mellie) and buying our first (fixer upper) home. So much more that I won’t post about now.
Today’s our first anniversary, and I thought it would fade by now. At least a little. I know we’re still in the honeymoon phase, but really, it can never be as good as it was at the beginning, right? But I still get giddy when I hear him tromp down the stairs. I still giggle when he winks at me.
And at the end of the day, he still looks at me like this. Every day.
“Happiness! I want you to be happy.”
Done. Thanks to Vince.