I talk about my husband a fair amount on this blog. Since I became pregnant, it’s mostly been “he’s such a good partner” or “he’s so supportive.” Blah blah boring. I include little to no detail about his personality. And trust me, there’s a LOT of that to delve into.
For one, he’s started his own blog. It’s called The Stuff of Legends and it is 100% about the various editions of the Legend of Zelda video games. (You can find the link on this page under “Blogs I Follow”. He’s an excellent writer. I hate video games but I love reading his reviews.) He told me he was beginning this blog and I rolled my eyes and thought “Oh boy, more Zelda talk!” But, despite my complete lack of interest in Zelda, I usually at least half-listen when he begins discussing it and I very much enjoy reading his reviews.
Another thing I love about him is his love for me. I know, that’s a total cop-out. But this morning I woke up at about 5:30, 6:00am. I rolled over into his arms and we cuddled as much as we can with a huge stomach filled with amniotic fluid, placenta, and 2lb baby in it. He fell back asleep. At some point, he said to me “It’s ok. I’ll save you.” I was half-asleep myself and whined “save me from WHAT?” “From turning into pickles.” “What?” “Pixels.” “Babe, this isn’t Tron. I’m going to be alright.”
It didn’t occur to me at first, but it’s so sweet that he is so protective of me, even in his sleep. And he explained that his brain was fixated a little bit on the new Zelda Game where you can turn into paintings on the wall to navigate and it’s really pixelated. At first he said “pickles” but he meant “pixels.” And how freaking adorable is that? I know now I’ll never have to worry about becoming a weird painting on the wall. He won’t allow it.
And yet another thing I love about him is how much he loves his little girl. He talks to her through my tummy, he likes to talk about how he thinks she’ll look or act, he waits patiently for her to kick so he can feel it, he teases me about her, all kinds of stuff. He is such a warm, caring person. My boss has observed that he is so laid-back and confident in who he is, especially for someone his age. (He’s turning 25 this month. My boss is a little shy of 50.) Tom has a wonderful sense of humor and so many wonderful skills. Like, nobody parallel parks like this guy. And he’s really great at scrubbing showers. The best part is, he’s willing to scrub showers. Hahaha
People have always said to me “The first year of marriage is the hardest” or “marriage isn’t easy”. I’ve also heard “love is hard. You have to actively make the choice to do it every day.” I don’t really know about that. Loving him is the most effortless thing I’ve ever done. Our marriage has bumps. We have fights. Sometimes he’s a jerk. But I never have to put effort into being his wife. My feelings for him are ever-present and come with ease. He’s not a Prince Charming. He’s so much more. He’s my partner and he’s real.