Do you know who I'm crazy about?
My husband, that's who.
(The fact that I'm writing this EVEN THOUGH he had two wisdom teeth pulled on Friday and was in the throes of horrible Man Pain before and after and has been driving me insane with the OOHHHHH It HURTS! groans so frequently that I've been tempted to record myself saying, "I'm sorry, baby." in a sympathetic voice so all I'll have to do is hit play fiftythousandbajillion times a day. EVEN THOUGH all of that, should tell you something.)
I'm a little bit overwhelmed, lately, with how great he is, how much I respect him. That was never on my list of Future Mate Attributes, specifically. I thought about a lot of things, but I never thought of how important it would be to respect my husband. And if you had tried to tell me, I would probably have gotten offended at an old-fashioned, patriarchal idea like that. Or something. But now? I adore the fact that I can respect the man I love, that I can look up to him and think what a good person he is. That's what keeps the warm fuzzy feelings a-flowing, I think. That I admire who he is and what he's doing, and that I'm proud to be part of his life.
We had our awards ceremony on Saturday, and Joey spent hours beforehand matting and framing his star basketball player's jerseys to present to him. This kid has played for Joey for like three years and is graduating next week and has a college scholarship for BASKETBALL. He did great and I'm proud of him, but what a lot of people don't realize is that this is a huge triumph for Joey as a coach. Huge. It means that he trained and guided and coached him so well that even though we are a tiny school with a record of not winning very many games at all, he is now good enough to play college ball. And get paid (kind of) for it.
It makes it worth all of the away games and tournaments and late practices. He's doing what he loves, and he's good at it. It's important, he tells me. He's building something. And so he is.
I'm so proud of him. He's an amazing coach, and math teacher, and mentor to all of our high school kids. He can direct plays, even! He didn't see that one coming! Added to which, he is sexy and sweet and cracks me up ALL THE LIVELONG DAY.
Kissy face, baby!