Sunday, June 14, 2009

19 Things

It's June 14, an anniversary for DH and me: 19 years ago today, we had our first official date. (Saw Eraserhead at the art-house theater. Debated its meaning over drinks, tortilla chips, and fiery-hot salsa that really was too hot to take. And so on. For those familiar with the flick, I ask you: Should I make anything out of the fact that the movie we credit with starting our relationship begins with a creepy sperm-like creature and features a mutant baby?)

That date was on a Thursday. By Saturday — after we'd both spent Friday scrambling to tie up any loose ends that might interfere with us spending every spare second together for the rest of "who knew?" — we were ON with no looking back.

To honor our shared journey, I thought I'd do one of those sweet tribute posts listing good stuff about my DH. I'll keep the items topical to the blog's theme.

19 Things I Love About My Husband That Led to My Wanting to Start a Family with Him, Helped Me Cope with IF, and/or Served as the "Positives" I Focused On This Past Year to Keep Me from Killing Him (or Worse)
  1. He has never said an unkind thing to me or tried to humiliate or "stick it to me." Not in public and not in private. Not ever.
  2. I can still see the total devotion on his face as he held a newborn niece for the first time and cured her hiccups by draping her over his arm (tummy first, her head supported with his hand and chest) and tapping out a simulated heartbeat on her back to help slow her breathing. He just made that up on the fly. The baby's mother, grandmother, and aunt-to-be (me) all swooned, and we still talk about it behind his back 15 years later.
  3. His smarts and dry wit make me happy.
  4. At family gatherings, he'll patiently play/talk with the nieces and nephews for hours on end.
  5. He was my "nurse" through two lengthy recovery periods after major surgery, and each time — despite knowing him as well as I do — I was blown away by the amazing level of care he provided.
  6. He makes great waffles, pancakes, French toast, biscuits, and pizza dough.
  7. I never have to wonder whether he's telling me the truth.
  8. When it was time to do his fertility testing, he acted like a grownup — not a baby.
  9. He was often pretty quiet at the clinic but came alive during strategy/statistic/scientific discussions with the REs.
  10. He's able to laugh about such things as bad sperm and bad clinic porn.
  11. Once while he unpacked from a business trip, my heart soared upon seeing a baggie full of Mu.cinex and a few pairs of brand-new, moisture-wicking, "crucial area"–cooling underwear. He'd done all that on his own.
  12. Although thoroughly skeptical about potential benefits, he completely backed and encouraged my use of acupuncture, supplementation, diet changes, and meditation during treatment cycles.
  13. For 2 years prior to starting IVF, he traveled a lot — but he always made it his business to make it home for the ol' fertile window. (Such that it was.)
  14. He would have been content to not pursue fertility treatments at all. But he supported every last minute of my need to push on. He made my need, his need.
  15. Each time I was pregnant, he immediately jumped into "What can I do for you?" mode.
  16. The dog has a giant, obvious crush on him (and vice versa). It's very cute.
  17. He gamely takes on the list of items to fix and problems to solve that my parents/his parents present to him each time we visit.
  18. He lives to try to make me do a spit take.
  19. A longer anecdote from the day I knew that I would always choose being with DH over the alternative: One Saturday about a year and a half into our relationship, I felt crazy-desperate for some alone time. I decided to go bra shopping. Solo. Then-boyfriend DH thought he'd tag along, but I said no for the first time in our history. This was fine with him, of course, and he set out walking to his downtown office to occupy himself till I was done. About 19 minutes later, I passed him in the car and gave him a beep. He waved, looking cheerful; I felt good that he felt good instead of left out. Soon I was parked, in the store, and standing blissfully alone in Lingerie, thinking beyond bras to perhaps socks, makeup, and even calling a friend for coffee. As I zeroed in to touch — and I do not exaggerate — my very FIRST bra of interest, I felt a familiar hand on my back. My heart actually sank for a split second. Guess who???!!!??? Why, it was my beloved. The one I'd tried to ditch. The man I would joyfully marry down the road. He grinned, hit me with his full-of-adoration brown eyes and said, "Surprise! I saw you drive by and figured I'd pop in for a quick hi. Are you enjoying your time alone?" With that I realized just how glad I was to see him . . . even when I didn't want to see him. Being with him felt right, as it always had and always would.


Anonymous said...

What a beautiful and loving tribute for your DH - congratulations on cultivating a wonderful marriage!


Phoebe said...

What a great list of things about your DH. My anniversary was June 11th. Congratulations on 19 years together!!

Beautiful Mess said...

Congratulations on 19 years! I love your list! It's beautiful! My favorite was the last one. So sweet!

loribeth said...

Awww!! This is so sweet! Happy 19th!

Sunny said...

That was such a great list... I hope your DH read it (I imagine he did). :) You obviously have a keeper there.

Wombded said...

What's not to love about a man that can skillfully make so many yummy bread products!

19 years is something to be proud of. Congratulations!

Tara said...

What an awesome list. Our 5 year was on the 12th.

Congratulations. Surviving IF, or at least, learning to live with it, is such a testament to your love.

Amy Lea said...

That is the sweetest damn list I think I have ever read...Congratulations on such a fabulous love...