Thursday, August 2, 2012

Today my Husband turns 30

Today my husband turns 30. I've been teasing him all week about it - "You're gonna be old! I can't believe I'm gonna be married to a 30 year old man! That's just weird!" etc. But amidst all the teasing (because, frankly, I just can't help it), lies a wife who is truly proud of the man her husband has become.

We met in high school when we were 16. We had a geometry class together and he sat in front of me. After our teacher finished the lesson, we usually had 15-20 minutes of time to work on our assignments. I, the ever studious student, would begin working on it while Travis would sit and talk to me. If you would have told me then that I was going to marry him someday, I probably would have laughed in your face.

A little over a year later, in November of 2000, our school had assembled all the seniors in the auditorium for the morning because the other classes were standardized testing. At one point, someone corralled us to sit down and talk to us. I really don't remember what was said, because my best friend and I decided to sit in the two empty seats next to Travis. He had a Popular Science magazine and we started to flip through it together. We began dating a few days later. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Five years later, on June 25, 2005, we got married. And life has been such an adventure ever since.


Now, 7 years later, my husband turns 30. And I've enjoyed every minute of watching him turn into the man he is today. Have we had our bumps? Of course. Every marriage does (and if you say you haven't, you're lying). But we have weathered every storm and come out stronger on the other side. And I've learned things about my husband, some that make me laugh, and some that still bug me ;-)

- Travis has an amazing sense of smell: To a fault, sometimes. He's got what we call a "super sniffer." This man can smell a musty smell on clothes that sat in the washer for an hour before being rewashed and then dried. What you and I think is clean, isn't to the super smeller.

- Travis is a crazy hard worker: He's had numerous jobs since we've been married, and every single one has been to help support us, whether he likes the job or not. He's worked crummy jobs, and he's now found a great job where he fits in with the crew and truly likes it. He works so hard that I have been blessed to be able to stay home with our little one.

- Travis is an amazing father: The man who had never held a baby until our little Penelope was born is the most amazing father in the world. From the second he walks in the door, Penelope is all over him, asking him to "Daddy, play you?" And ya know what? He does. Every time.

- Travis is NOT a morning person: This is one of those things that I always thought I would be able to change. Because that's what we women do. We marry a guy and then try to change him. I have accepted that this will always be this way. It's a miracle if he is up before 8:30 during the week and 10am on the weekends. And he usually emerges from the bedroom ala zombie.

- Travis has amazing faith: Even when I worry and start to stress about something not going right, Travis is right there next to me reminding me that we've been given a promise, we have favor, and as long as we trust in God, we will get through whatever "this" is.

- Travis is super random, goofy, nerdy, and geeky: The thought trains this man comes up with astound me sometimes. We can be sitting on the couch and he will get a bout of goofiness, look at me, and say "pigeons dance in an elephant moonlight." To which my response is usually a raised eyebrow, followed by uncontrolled giggles.

I think this about sums it up

The point is, my husband is the perfect husband for me. He takes care of me, supports me in any and all en devours (and there are quite a few!), snuggles with me when I've had a bad day, listens to me complain about anything, takes care of our daughter like a champ, gives me evenings off from Penelope's bedtime routine if I've had a tough day, gives me a couple of hours of shopping alone if I need it, and lets me relax and be myself. He is an amazing man, and I am so blessed to be able to spend every day with him.

5 years of dating. 7 years of marriage. 12 years together. 30 years old. Here's to another 30 years.

Happy birthday Travis. My best friend. My protector. My comforter. My silly-goofball-makes-me-laugh-on-a-daily-basis-husband. I love you

2 comments:

K's Mama said...

Beautiful post! Don't worry Travis. 30 is not as bad as it looks!

Dawn Ellen Miller said...

physically my 30's were my favorite years. Here is to tripling that number!