My husband is really good looking.
I'm not going to lie, that is why we started dating. I was 21. He was older and hot.
Those are the things that you care about when you are just of drinking age, in college, and living in a city so hot you can't wear that many clothes (Tucson, AZ).
As our relationship progressed I liked him because he was stable. He had solid opinions on everything. He worked hard. He was honest and no-nonsense.... and because he had six-pack abs and a truck. (Again, not gonna lie!)
Fast forward thru six years of us braking up and making up about a million times. (I STILL can't believe we were that couple. I hate that couple.) We were married in an art museum by a dear friend four years ago today.
I remember walking down the aisle and seeing Marc ahead and thinking that I got really, really lucky. It's not like I didn't have my doubts because I did and I'm sure he did. Did I love him enough? Was he too overbearing? But all I'd have to think about was how he called me on the solo trip to Spain for no reason (it was like 3am and he woke me up). I could tell he just wanted to hear my voice. Or how, during one of the times when we had broken up and I was actually doing ok, I'd still think: 'Wow, I wish I could tell Marc about this'.
He had become part of me.
In this fourth year, we made something together. Something so sweet and beautiful and goofy and hilarious and amazing and perfect that I still feel like we went to the hospital and they just gave us the best one they had.
We did this? -->
Hard to believe.
And Marc's hotness? Still there. Getting better actually.
Marc's stability? Like a rock.
His love for me? Unshakable.
Little did I know that these qualities would be like drops in the ocean that is him as a father.
In this life I feel truly blessed. This weird guy I made buy me lunch because he was the cutest in architecture school, turns out to be not only the husband I never dreamed I deserved, but also the father every kid does.
Happy Anniversary Marc.