Today is November 30th and it is the one year wedding anniversary of me and Papi. We got married in a judges office in jeans and hoodies on a rainy cold day with our three month old son asleep in his carrier. It was very us and very perfect and from what I hear the marriages who don’t stress and overspend on a lavish wedding last longer. Who’s to know if it’s true or not?
Saturday I wrote about starting our relationship and Monday I wrote about why him being a father makes me love him more and today I will write about WHY I love this guy.
Chris brought me back to life.
He came to me at a time where I wasn’t sure who I was anymore or what I was doing with my life. He helped me realize that I could have so much more then what I did. I had come out of a terrible relationship about eight months before I ‘met’ Chris and I was over that hump and not looking for a man. I didn’t want to date and a large part of the appeal of Chris was that I couldn’t actually see him in person for several months. Plenty of time to scare him off.
Or so I thought.
I have tried so many ways to push that guy away and he just kept waiting and being patient with me until I let the walls come down. You have no idea how tall and thick and booby trapped those walls were. It took him a lot of time and he will tell you it was worth it and I believe him. At first I was convinced that he was only being that way because I was pregnant with his baby and I told him so. A lot. I made it very clear that we didn’t have to be together to have a kid so that he would know he had a clear path out but he didn’t want to go. Outside of cheating on him there probably isn’t anything I could do to make him go or turn him off.
Chris is the only person in the world that I have met that absolutely gets me. He knows how to talk to me, treat me and how I operate.
He embraces my crazy instead of being turned off by it.
I can trust him with everything. There is nothing that I can’t tell him and he can’t tell me and I know he won’t judge me.
Chris is beyond amazing. He’s really sweet and understanding. He gives people chance after chance after chance and then he tries again. He likes to take care of people and tries to do all that he can for them even though they sometimes don’t deserve it.
We have constant communication.
He’s a fantastic father. He truly loves his kid. I never feel like I’m ‘ignoring him’ or like he will get jealous of the baby like some Dad/husbands do because he knows Babe comes first. Babe comes before him and before me. I know to take care of myself first of course but Babe is #1.
He cooks. He cleans. He changes diapers. He goes on ‘daddy duty’ when he gets home. He does laundry when I don’t want to (but now that we have a washer/dryer again I will never not want to again) but don’t ask him to clean a bathroom.
He really loves me. Like…really. It’s so hard to articulate emotions!
That’s my hubbers and I don’t care if he had a horn growing out of his head, the way he treats me and our son would make that horn the hottest thing ever. Plus I can think of a few things to do with that hahaha