What I Know

I get the feeling my husband isn’t entirely comfortable with me mentioning him in these blog posts. I probably get that feeling because he has told me so. But how could I not write about him?  After all, they say to write what you know.  And what I know is him.

I know what he will order off of any menu, anywhere.  And I know that if a buffalo chicken wrap is an option, it’s not even worth reading the rest of the menu.

I know that we can have fun together anywhere. From a dive bar to a beach resort to our own back porch, as long as we have each other, and maybe a cribbage board, we are good to go.

I know he will not be satisfied until every single light in our house is turned off.  Because, obviously, eating dinner in the dark is preferable to wasting electricity.

I know that if I bend over to load the dishwasher, he will slap my rear end.  Every. Single. Time.

I know that he will take the garbage to the curb each Friday.

I know he will always be here.

I know that if I even suggest that something, anything, cannot be done, he will find a way to make it happen.

I know he is right 9 times out of 10.  Okay, 99 times out of 100. Please don’t tell him I admitted that.

I know we were meant to be together. We had several near-misses, but the universe clearly saw fit to pair us up.

I know his basic preferences: dogs over cats, tea over coffee, talking over texting, eggs over easy. You know, the important stuff.

I know I will never convince him to put his damn clothes in the hamper.

I know we agree on the big things, and usually the little ones (For instance, we agree that I have excellent taste in movies.).

I know that if I get a cold, he will make homemade chicken noodle soup with magical healing properties.

I know that if he gets a cold, he will regress into a 7-year-old and curl up in the fetal position on our bed.  The world may also end.

I know he’s a good guy.  In fact, he’s the kind of guy about whom people say, “Oh, that Dan, he’s such a nice guy.”  It’s one of his most infuriating qualities.

I know he works harder than anyone else I know.

I know he wants the best for our children and would do anything for our family.

I know that if I am upset and go to him, he will have me laughing, or at least smiling grudgingly, within minutes.

I know I have a permanent best friend and teammate and partner in crime.

I know he will send me a message at some point today to say “I love you.”

I know I chose well.

I know just how lucky I am.