Let
me just say, y’all, that I love my man. He is smart, he is hilarious, he is
faithful. He is also the sweetest, most attentive darn thing. Before he goes to
class, he will drive miles and miles to bring me assorted teas and goodies
because I’m sick and decided to go to work anyways because I could physically
get out of bed and drive a car without veering into a cow pasture.
Did
I mention that these miles and miles are in the complete opposite direction of where his classes are located? And that this
has happened on more than one occasion?
Yeah.
Be jealous.
He
is such a servant. When I was sick and did nothing more productive than
languish on a cough and look (and feel and sound) miserable, he sat across from
me and peeled tiny oranges for me to eat. He also provided limitless hot tea
for my sipping enjoyment. He stayed up with me when I was stricken with sudden
sickness (notice a pattern?) and made sure I was feeling all right, could he
get me anything, did I want to lay down, would a glass of water be OK, did I
want a kitty to pet? (+10 for offering me a kitty to pet.)
He’s
pretty awesome even when I’m not in the throes of motion-sickness or
food-sickness or whatever-else-sickness (which, thankfully, are much less
pronounced than when we met). He reads with me, sings in the car with me, texts back and forth with me, eats
ungodly amount of sushi and spicy mayo with me, and walks through parks and
neighborhoods and inhabited island houses with me. He will grab a Nerf gun and
Army crawl across an expansive hardwood floor because a precocious 10-year-old
Down’s kid told him to. He will volunteer to goatsit for a family he just met
while they’re on vacation. He will apologize before the sun goes down,
regardless of the pride wounds it might inflict. He is always looking for new
(or old) things to learn and adventures to be had. He looks for ways in which
he can love on the people around him, be they friends, classmates, or
strangers. He’s on a perpetual journey to better know his God and thank his
Savior.
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| What a book-readin' stud. |
Yeah,
he’s pretty much the greatest.
And
I get to marry him in July.
Boo
yah.
