He’s my person. 

“We are as perfectly matched as two imperfect human beings can be and I love him with all that I have.

I read that somewhere recently…oh right, it was here on my blog. (shameless plug) But it’s so true. As usual, I can’t sleep. And I’m sitting here, watching him snooze peacefully,  (because he of course falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow) his hands folded together, resting on his chest as it slowly rises and falls with each breath…and I just love him so much. I remember before we were married expressing concern about his potential snoring and disruption of my sleep. My mother in law shooed the notion, saying that she loves hearing Daddy snore, it’s comforting and calming. Years later, I realize she was right. You know you really love someone when the loud, rhythmic, “darth vaderlike” sound they emit, caused by vibration of loose tissue in the upper airway, is soothing. That is why, he’s my person. Here’s some other reasons…

I lecture, nag, and scold him (cut me some slack, it’s in the job description. I do lots of good things too) and he takes it and still loves me anyway. He takes it without a negative word or complaint in response, and usually with a smile on his face. (Like in this picture, where I’m pretty sure I’m yelling at him about something…)   

He’s extremely strong. Obviously physically, he’s a big guy and is seriously impressively strong. But he’s strong mentally and emotionally too. He’s endured more than anyone will ever understand but yet exudes a good natured confidence that few can manage.   

He wears whatever I tell hm to. More accurately, whatever is laid out on the bed. He knows that if I’m wearing a pink dress, he will be wearing a pink shirt, tie, socks, or all of the above. He knows that if we go to the beach we will be doing a “white shirt & jeans” photo shoot. And he’s ok with it.   

He got me a puppy. He grew up with dogs but they weren’t like the cuddle with you on the couch kind of dogs, they just sort of lived in the room behind the kitchen, so he was never attached. He didn’t understand the love you can have for a pet and how they really do become your child. Also, dogs eventually die and he doesn’t like death. But I wanted a dog, so he overlooked all of that. Now he absolutely adores Raven, is fiercely protective of her, and let’s her in the bed even when mom says no.   

He’s an awesome son (and totally his mother’s favorite but shhh…)   

My family adores him and he’s not an in-law, he’s a son and a brother. My mother brags about him endlessly and he and my dad have a special bond that makes me tear up every time I watch them together, it’s exactly what I always imagined.

The ladies love him. Three little ones in particular. There’s no one else these girls would rather have to throw them in the pool, carry them around Disney on the throne that is his shoulders, and visit them at school to eat lunch with them and intimidate all the boys who have crushes on them. He may not ever get to display what would be his amazing dad skills in this system of things, but he sure makes one heck of an Uncle Joey.   

Be it “The Fish, “Joey Bananas”, or just Joey, his friends can always count on him for a laugh, a good competitive game of epic duels or pool volleyball, and a listening ear. He considers them more brothers than friends, and they him. 

My friends love him too, I mean look at this guy, who wouldn’t?!  

Just like his father, he’s an extremely hard worker and never complains. 

He makes me laugh. Every. Single. Day. We’ve been through a lot in our eight years of marriage, so laughter has been key to survival. Having a sense of humor is essential, and I’m so blessed that I get to laugh with him for eternity. He’s my person.   


“L” is for Laughter, it’s the best medicine

The butcher got annoyed with me the other night as we watched some dumb show on tv that he was laughing uproariously at and I sat with simply an amused smile on my face. “Why aren’t you laughing?”, he asked in exasperation. I realized that when watching television or a movie I have to REALLY think something is funny to LOL (I truly despise this expression and never use it in real life, but in this case I really was referring to “laughing out loud”). I think I get this from my mom, growing up I don’t recall her laughing (calm down mom I’m not saying you didn’t laugh, I’m referring specifically to when watching tv) at the television much except for when she watched one man-Sinbad. That woman laughed her head off watching a routine of his we had on tape (it was/is pretty hilarious with lines like, “drop your butt and run”, “baby I like the way your butt drags in the sand, write my name like you used to” and, “is that what you’re wearing?” “Oh no baby I was just going to get the mail then I was coming back to see what you want me to put on”) Oftentimes at night my sister and I would lay in bed, (angry at them and the fun we were missing out on, as smells of popcorn and apple dumplings from Landis wafted up the stairs) and sometimes we’d hear them laughing but mom in particular, a laugh so loud & joyful it made our little hearts happy and we just knew, they were watching Sinbad.
Despite my apparent indifference to laughing at the television, I do LOVE to laugh. This is one of the primary reasons why I married the butcher, he literally makes me laugh every single day. They (still yet to find out who “they” are, anybody?) say “laughter is the best medicine” and I really believe that to be true. Humor is infectious. The sound of roaring laughter is far more contagious than any cough, sniffle, or sneeze. When laughter is shared, it binds people together and increases happiness & intimacy. Laughter also triggers healthy physical changes in the body. Humor and laughter strengthen your immune system, boost your energy, diminish pain, and protect you from the damaging effects of stress. Best of all, this priceless medicine is fun, free, and available to everyone. “L” is for laughter, have you laughed today?