Last week, J and I had the opportunity to get away together, just for a day.
On the road, I challenged him to name all of the states. I did the same. We each forgot two (he counted D.C.); we both missed Wisconsin. Obviously, we're a match made in heaven.
Then, I challenged J to name the state capitals. We played that lightning round together. We got 38, and made up a whole bunch.
But here is this man, y'all. This guy who humors my love for a good brain exercise now and again.
This man who drives his car at five miles per hour beside me as I run through the rough neighborhoods.
This man who surprises me with trips to Southeast Asia.
This man who squeezes my hand during turbulence.
This man who does the dishes.
This man who tries to use acronyms in Scrabble. (He also put down "Nam" during a recent match, claiming it was an important war, babe.)
This man who is one half this tiny boy we both adore, with the blonde hair and the blue eyes and the pitch-perfect J expressions.
This man who is the most self-possessed person I have ever met. I don't think he knows a thing about insecurities. (But I do think, this evening, he will ask me what "self-possessed" means. He has no qualms about asking for help with the unfamiliar.)
This man who told me recently: figure out what you want to be; then go be it.
I don't know what I did to deserve this profound happiness. I do know that we work at it, every day, and that at the end of every day, we will both here.
Working at it.
Happy birthday to my husband, the best decision I ever made.