Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Husband.

Joseph and I just had a refreshing weekend together, by ourselves.  For the first time since Patrick was born, we were truly able to be together, on a date, without worrying about how brutal that 6 a.m. wake-up call was going to be if we stayed out past 11 p.m.  We had a great weekend of re-discovery in celebration of our 4th Anniversary - I feel like a honeymooner again.

So this post is about Joseph.  Because he's awesome.

Joseph is genuine.  He will not hide behind the facade that many people do, trying to save face or make a good impression.  He will give his opinion, even if it's unpopular. He is himself. He likes what he likes and doesn't like what he doesn't.  Recently, we were talking about a gathering that we went to, and he said,
"I don't like going there. I only go for the food."
I burst out laughing because he was so brutally honest. It is just refreshing and valuable to be able to just come out with how you feel - maybe because even though I'm a woman, I am not very good at that myself.

Joseph is generous.  He rarely puts himself first.  He gets up to make me breakfast nearly every day before going to work. Often he fits in getting our sons dressed, and doing the dishes.  That breakfast I'm talking about? It's not just pouring a bowl of cereal or popping in some toast.  It's something along the lines of pancakes and scrambled eggs or a breakfast sandwich.  He gets the boys settled in the kitchen so that I have  nobody underfoot while I'm showering and getting ready for the day.  Just typing this, I realize how wonderful all of this is, and that I should tell him more often how much it means to me to start off my day this way.

He's the best kind of friend.  We started out friends. Neither of us had any inkling that we'd get married at the beginning of our friendship, which began before he entered the seminary to discern the priesthood. He was my friend's brother - who just happened to be tall, handsome, a good singer, had a good sense of humour and was Catholic...  but back to our friendship...

Joseph chooses his friends carefully, because he knows that once you're his friend, he will be going above and beyond to help you, to care for you and to be with you.  He holds nothing back.  He will also correct you when you're wrong and help you to become better in any way he can.  He points out flaws in my logic, and adds a rational voice to my frequent emotional responses...  He makes me laugh at myself when I'm truly ridiculous.  He's been my fiercest critic and my greatest admirer all at the same time. They say that "a friend is the best mirror," and that's what he is. Even before I loved him, I loved who I was when I was with him.

It's been four years of ups and downs with Joseph by my side.  He and I have laughed and cried at the birth of two boys (he laughed, I cried); continue to tear apart and rebuild a house; have endured together the passing of two dear ones - my father and his grandfather; and have struggled and rejoiced in our shared faith in God.  In all this, our love has only grown stronger, and I believe we are happier now than on that lovely Valentine's Day in 2009, when I met him at the altar of St. Michael's Church in our shared hometown of Pincher Creek, and said "I do."

Joseph is truly the greatest blessing in my life, and I will treasure the years - be they many or few - that I am given to be his wife.

1 comment:

  1. That is a wonderful tribute to your spouse. Perhaps the other Grandma can give you a weekend or overnight break sometime.


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