Seven years ago, Mike asked me out and thus began this crazy whirlwind love of ours. He asked me out to dinner, I said yes. I asked him if he knew how much milk cost in 1973 and he said yes, too.
I have a husband who never refuses to listen when I say, “Can I tell you something and you tell me if it’s funny?” I have a husband who loves the arts and is a successful writer. I have a husband who has an idea to paint the garage and in a weekend turns the whole space into a University of Washington homage.
I also love how incredibly different we are from each other. When my husband cleans, he does not stop until the floor is sparkling. When I clean, I throw a blanket over whatever clothing is still on the bed.
My husband has no fear of public speaking. Even if he has a blemish or bruise, he will talk to people without any hesistation. If I have so much as a cold sore, I don’t even want to leave the house.
I’ve said this before, but my idea of loves comes from the Woody Allen movie, Manhattan. Mariel Hemingway says, “Your concerns are my concerns. We share laughs and we have great sex.” I don’t know if a relationship can work without any of those three elements, but I’m so thankful that I don’t have to find out.