Is my hero.
I know it's blurry, but I love it. It's the epitome of what it's like in the Solomon household.
Remember those writing prompts in elementary to write about your hero? I always had a hard time with those. That's not to say I didn't have great people in my life that I looked up to. Maybe it was because I knew my hero would come around later in life. After 21 years of trying to figure things out on my own, Clint came into my life. Now we get to figure it all out together. Plus, we get to hold hands the whole time. How cool is that?
I have always felt so terrible inconveniencing anyone. When I was in the hospital I would wait until a friend or a family memeber got there to have them help me to the restroom or get some water so I didn't have to ask the already way understaffed nurses. After all, it did take 10 hours for them to have someone clean the vomit off my floor. Gross. That's another story for never. Even at a young age I was fixing my own dinners, doing my own laundry, and planning out my day on a whiteboard. Yes I really did that. [only then it was like 3-4 homework. 4-5 Lizzie McGuire. Dinner 5-6. Read 6-7. Oh the life!] I've always been a "I do it myself" girl. I pride myself on being low maintenance.
Marriage is a one-of-a-kind relationship. It's all about give and take. You are there for each other. Their problems are your problems and your problems are theirs. It's a partnership. You have a teammate!
I still have a hard time with the receiving side. I've been stressing out like mad since I met with that devil man on Wednesday. Me being stressed, upset, and venting to Clint turns into me feeling difficult. I hate feeling like I'm difficult. I hate to inconvenience him and bring him down with my issues. Does anyone else feel like this? When I let Clint help, I feel bad for being such a difficult wife. He, being the sweetheart that he is always explains to me that he wants to be there for me. I know. I picked a good one. I know that he's being honest, but it was still hard for me to feel like it was okay.
I talked to my therapist about it yesterday [among more serious things] because it was bugging me. She really helped me put it into perspective. She explained that sometimes I might be having a bad day and I might need his help but that doesn't take away all the reasons he married me. He married me because he loves me and I'm still that same person. I can still be a good wife and have hard days. I know this may sound silly, but it really helped me. It also helped that she's way better at explaining things than I am. Point in case, everyone should see a therapist at some point! They're awesome!
I really am so grateful to have such a sweet husband.
I love that he tells me almost every morning that I'm gorgeous, even though the mirror tells me otherwise :)
I love that most nights we lay in bed talking and laughing for a good ten minutes before falling asleep.
I love that he gets my jokes and still thinks I'm hilarious after a YEAR! [oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, we met over a year ago now! In August. Woot woot!]
I love that my puppy face makes him burst into laughter no matter what.
I love that he gives the best hugs.
I love that he thinks I'm going to make the world's best mom. [others, myself included, would disagree. Oh, and no I'm not pregnant.]
I love that we never go a day without laughing.
I love being married!
for a thousand other reasons...
Oh, and I really like to wake up to that face erry day!