I HEART GLENN
I said that instead of adding the heart because I don’t know how to find all those little symbols on my computer, and Lucy is busy trying to find something pink to wear to Whole Foods.
today is Valentine’s Day and I so seldom write about my husband.
I refer to him, and he is part of the blog, but he doesn’t get much ink because, well, I tend to write about things I’m grappling with or things that make me think or pause or have some meaning to others. I tend to write about issues like parenting or dealing with dysfunctional families or peccadilloes in my own personality I’m trying to overcome.
To put it simply things that sometimes fall under the heading of problems. But my husband never falls under that heading.
My husband is sort of perfect. Well, he’s not perfect, he leaves his clothes on the floor, and never remembers his keys, he talks loudly in movies causing everyone around him to yell BE QUIET, but in terms of me and the girls he is pretty darn perfect.
With the exception of my grandparents know one has ever loved me so unconditionally as my husband.
He is always there in every way.
And I must say I don’t think I’m the easiest person on the planet to live with.
I make a nice house and I’m very giving, I’m funny and dress well, but let’s face it I come to the table with a lot of emotional baggage. Sometimes I think I needed a porter and not a mate.
But God wanted me to have a mate and a mate I got-
the best one anyone could ask for.
Close to thirteen years ago he took in a forty year old with plenty of issues and a blinking seven year-old who at a stage would go through even more issues.
But somehow we made a family and he has fought for the purity , emotional health, and connection of that unit as ferociously as I have.
Perhaps not as publicly – but he is always there for us in every way.
He puts up with the untrained dogs, the crazy parents, my shopping issues, and my self-doubt about certain things.
He rushes home from work in two seconds when one of us is upset.
He is the best father and step father I have ever seen In fact they are seamless, in this house he is just a father to two girls.
No matter how many times I say, “this is the last time I will mention this.”
And he knows it’s probability not even near the four thousandth time I will mention it, he listens patiently.
He loves me so much he wants everything to be perfect for me.
I love him so much I want to be perfect for him.
But he doesn’t care, he loves me the way I am.
And that my friends is love.
Mike Nichols once said “Either the first half of your life works out or the second, but rarely both”
Thanks to Glenn – mine came through in the second act when he walked on stage.
I love you Glenn – Happy Valentine’s Day.
PS – the sweater fits fine!!!!!