My Awesome Husband
My live journal originally started it's life as a place to deposit the daily earbugs that are the soundtrack to my life. I've wandered away from that, and often LJ is more reading than writing for me these days. That's ok with me. Over the years I've changed and my journal can take it. As I imagine my friends can as well.
Today is Valentine's Day, which has always been one of my favorite holidays, even when I was single. I've always had enough people that I love around me that lack of SO never left me bereft. In fact, some of my worst ones were when I was with Alex, who continually disappointed me on Valentine's.
The last three (now four) V-days with Josh have consistently been delightful. I am never in doubt of his love for me, but he always does something thoughtful...even this year when moving and snow and stress would have been an acceptable excuse. This morning there was a card on my laptop when I got up, and an e-card in my inbox when I got to work. When I got home, he made dinner omlettes because he knows I like them and we rarely eat them because he's not that into them. And he had a cd that he had made for me. (This is a tradition, I had one for him, too.) The last song, however, was so sweet it made me cry. I've always liked the song, but it never occurred to me that anyone might think of me when they heard it:
I am no superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero; oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know where you go is where I wanna be
Where are you going? where do you go?
Are you looking for answers to questions under the stars?
If along the way you are growing weary, you can rest with me
Until a brighter day and you're OK
I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero; oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go is where I want to be
Dave Matthews Band - Where Are You Going?
Later this evening, after the CDs were played, I plugged in my iPod because packing to music is better. The first song that came on was American Pie by Don McLean. It brought back a vivid memory of a night long before our first Valentine's Day. We had been to the wedding of some friends of mine on the Cape. A cottage had been rented for the week, but towards the end we ended up having the place to ourselves for a night. American Pie was on a mix I had made earlier in the summer, and when it came on we turned it up, sang at the top of our voices and danced around the living room. We had so much fun, laughing and playing in this little house on the beach, and agreed that we liked "playing house" together.
Here we are four years later, buying our own house. No more playing, this time it's for real. Yet, we still have so much fun together. We constantly make each other laugh, we take care of each other, we're like a little mutual admiration society...it's so far beyond what I imagined marriage would be like. I think marriages like ours might be rare, we enjoy our own company so much.
I listen to other women complain about their husbands and I rarely, if ever, have anything to say about mine. People's marriages often are unhappy, stressful, or failing. I know so many who are divorced or divorcing...and given the numbers, surely some that will split in the future. My own mother has been divorced twice. I am so very lucky. I hope that he knows how much I love him in return.