MAY I tell you something about someone else?
I’m going to use Thursdays to tell you about other writers, about characters from my favorite books, maybe, maybe about my own imaginary friends, but today I wanted to tell you a few things about the most important person in my life. He’s my staunchest supporter, my best friend, and the one who absolutely completes me.
Eighteen years ago, we got together at a minor league baseball game. He won a screaming contest and consequently won my heart. Here’s a little more on how he wins me over on a daily basis.
Never a dull moment—at work, at home. You NEVER know when he’s serious about something or not. He convinces every new batch of freshman that there’s a swimming pool in the basement of his high school (there’s not even a basement) He takes legs off the other teachers’ desks. Kidnaps prized bathroom passes and holds them for ransom. He orchestrates the most elaborate pranks on kids, teachers. And yes, sometimes even me. He keeps your morale up, even if his is at an all time low.
His motto for his soccer teams (for life) is BELIEVE. Believe in yourself, believe in each other. Believe in your dreams. He not only teaches his kids soccer skills, he inspires them to achieve excellence. And instills incredible volumes of confidence in them.
Kids, adults, everyone LOVE him. And rightfully so.
We can’t go anywhere without running into someone he knows. Not the grocery store. Not Myrtle Beach. Not even St. Augustine, Florida. It’s slightly annoying, but mostly endearing.
He doesn’t hesitate to speak his mind when it comes to advocating for his kids. Or anything else he believes in.
He’s a bigger kid than I am. He wears pleather pants and a fake mullet on eighties day. He proudly sports a red Mohawk with his boys soccer team. He roughs it up with our son, plays Wipeout with both kids, Dance Central with all of us. Okay, so maybe sometimes Aidan runs and cries to Mommy after he loses a wrestling match. Yeah, my husband unmercifully teases our daughter and her friends. But he also reads with Aidan or spent an hour online the day the Big Time Rush tickets went on sale to get McKenzie tickets for her birthday. And he always tries to see at least part of if not all of their soccer games. He’s an amazing dad.
He has five tattoos. The only thing I don’t like about this is he has one more than me. And yes, we are VERY competitive about everything. No worries. Usually healthy competition. Usually. (I’m still taking revenge out on the Scrabble board for the times he brought me to tears playing RISK. )
When he has to go away for a few days, he leaves me notes on all the mirrors that say
He doesn’t just buy me one card for our anniversary (or Mother’s Day or my birthday or whatever), he buys two…sometimes three. And he spoils me rotten on those occasions too.
He reads my work, listens to my brain spew, helps me figure out those murky scenes in my stories. Heck, he pretty much gave me the ending to one of my projects. And he just genuinely supports my writing. He doesn’t always understand all the other stuff I do in conjunction with that, but the writing? Probably one of my biggest cheerleaders.
Is my husband a saint? The perfect man? Uh…no. He’s gone a lot with soccer. Our yard jungle can go
Big picture - my husband just genuinely cares about others. And about me. And he’s usually very selfless in doing so. Unconditional love. We all know how I feel about that. I might be Team Peeta or Team Edward when it comes to books, but in reality, I’m Team Dave—all the way.
So, there’s a little bit on my soul mate. Who’s the most important person in YOUR life?