Suuuwheet

At the risk of being all mushy and making my family gag, I wanted to write a little about The Man that will be my husband next year.

As some of you already know and love about me, I honestly was NEVER, EVER going to marry again. Period.

Been there, done that and it wasn't a good experience. I have enough ego, self esteem issues, didn't need anymore help in that department. Besides, knowing my family the way that I do, even though I still consider myself close, they would just blast me with negativity since The Man isn't their idea of "class".

However, he is my best friend. Never thought I would say that about a guy. Who can be best friends with a guy?? Other than another guy? He's into all this outdoor stuff, he LIKES exercise, he's ALWAYS (irritating as it is) HAPPY, and enjoys living every moment like it's his last.

I'm always amazed that he walked into this relationship and assumed father and grandfather duties without a blink of an eye. He takes all the daily demands of child and grandchild in stride and misses them when they aren't there or on the phone.

During our evening discussion, I again asked him WHY he had to get up at the butt crack of dawn. (Not much of a problem for you, I know, but he HAS to come wake me up to talk to him, so now you can appreciate MY problem)

His answer: "I can't sleep more than 6 hours a day 'cuz I'm afraid that I will miss something, a sunrise, the glitter of dew on the lawn, the sound of the morning. We are here on earth for such a short time, I don't want to miss what little time I have here."

Ok then. Once I started blinking again, we started in on a discussion about people who commit suicide. No, not me anymore, but some of the people we work with have those very ideas.

"I just found you, we don't have enough time together, I'm happier than I've ever been and haven't had to sacrifice to BE this happy. I love you so much that if anything were to happen to you, I would be lost. Not suicidal, but lost. If anything were to happen to me, and they say that it MAY have been suicide, don't you believe it for one second. If I have to go out, then I will be taking someone out with me... a flaming mass, kicking and screaming. I won't be one of those that just 'gives up'".

This is the same man that says "ouch" when I've hurt his feelings, who plays "tag" with me when we are dealing with the baby, he's the one that makes me feel better when I'm hurt by something someone has said or done.

And yes, being woken up by some loud assed baby toy and then having him act all innocent, is NOT making friends with me somedays, but he's never lazy, always ready to help anyone. He makes me smile when he talks like an old southern guy and can get me laughing so hard that I pee my pants. He's also the one that will hold me and never make fun of me for my fears or if I cry over something sad.

The old saying goes about meeting people who leave footprints on our hearts, he's left BOOTprints on mine.

*You can stop gagging now, I'm getting out my tissues*