Yesterday, I explained that I wanted to introduce my husband to you, and also to meet your spouses! (I know a lot about you, but very little about your partners. Likewise, you hear about me all the time, but not much about my husband. I thought it would be fun to get introduced!)
Here’s my formal introduction.
(If you haven’t already, I’d love it if you introduced your husband or wife some time this month, and linked up with the LinkyTool below!)
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Ben and I met when I was 17 and he was 19. I was in my last year of high school and he worked full-time at a label-printing factory. He had a goatee and played guitar in a punk-rock band. He was quiet and contemplative, and liked to hang out at book stores and coffee shops. (Can you hear me melting into a teenaged puddle?)
He’d recently started attending my church, and we’d barely exchanged a few words when he asked me to go with him to the church’s young adult Christmas banquet. He was gutsy like that. He wore leather gloves to drive, and gave me a single, fluorescent-orange gerbera daisy in the car. I was pretty much madly in love with him from that day forward.
He was tall, musical, mysterious, and struck me as having a rich inner life. Most of all, he listened to Blink-182 and Sum41 . . . and also Bach. *Swoon.*
I later learned that he was also clinically depressed, but it was too late. He had stolen my heart. (Fortunately, his depression hasn’t made a serious comeback since those early years.)
We got married three years later. I was still an undergrad studying English, commuting an hour to the university. He started working for my Dad, building and installing kitchen cabinets.
Shortly after I finished my MA, Ben started his own home improvements business, which is where he’s still at today. He’s done everything from fixing people’s dishwashers to painting walls, installing trim and flooring, and building decks. (In fact, this year he’s making plans to build his own shop so he can expand what he’s able to build for customers.)
Today, some of the words I would use to describe Ben include: introverted, industrious, meticulous, thoughtful, determined, and gentle. (I doubt these would be the words he’d use.)
He doesn’t play in a band anymore, but he regularly plays guitar for Lydia to dance to, which still makes me swoon every time.
Here are some of the things I appreciate most about my husband:
I feel like he can take care of me. He’s strong in all the places I’m weak. I’m scatterbrained and forgetful; I’m easily overwhelmed and confused. I hate numbers and I can’t fill out paperwork to save my life. I know he’s got all that covered. He’s thorough, organized, and unruffled by charts and figures. He takes care of the finances and all those important documents. He also takes painstaking care of the vehicles, thank God.
He’d be the one to encourage me to pursue my art, not concerning me with what’s most practical. He’s completely supportive of me being a stay-at-home mom, not earning a penny. Even though he’s never been a fan of pets, he let me take home one of my parents’ puppies when infertility was crushing my soul. He still puts up with her with remarkable patience (only sometimes grumbling that we have a kid now; why do we need a dog to tear up the contents of the garbage cans?).
He eats all my food. This is a godsend. I could not DEAL with a picky eater. I’m constantly trying new recipes — traditional foods, exotic foods, spicy foods, you name it. I love to experiment in the kitchen. In the last month he’s eaten salmon chowder, beef liver, and homemade Vietnamese pho, all for the first time; and ate them all with gusto. He never complains. (OK, almost never. He wasn’t crazy about my pumpkin-coconut flour muffins.)
He’s an incredible Dad. Patient, tender, playful.
He always listens as I blather and blather (and boy, can I blather) about whatever I’m reading — from theology to parenting to food and nutrition.
I seriously LOVE that he can fix and/or build anything. He sees things differently than I do. Where I see an incomprehensible mess (“Ben, our stupid space-van won’t let me open the hatch!”) (“Ben, I can’t get this stupid piece of junk to turn on!”) (“Ben, why is my bike making this stupid sound?”), he can observe it closely and see wires that need to be replaced or screws that need to be tightened. And if I can dream it, he can build it — like new shelves for my cookbooks, or Lydia’s sensory table.
He complements me beautifully. We have similar taste in movies, music, and TV; we share similar ideas of a good time (an evening browsing through the bookstore; watching a good comedy together with a bowl of spicy popcorn between us); and we’re both crazy about our little girl. Neither of us is especially romantic, which suits me just fine.
I’m a pretty lucky woman.
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So that’s my husband. Care to share your own stories?
If you have a blog of your own, you can share a link with the LinkyTool below. You have until the end of February!
If you don’t have a blog, but you still want to tell me a little about your spouse (PLEASE DO), just share in the comments! If you’re stuck for ideas, answer this question: what do you like best about your spouse?