A coworker who's been off for a week or so (her daughter was supposed to have her baby.. no baby yet) came back to work this week. She hasn't seen me since the wedding, so she asked how I like married life. I'm not sure if she's aware that I've been married before, but anyway... I told her, "I dig it!" She grinned.
Then she asked an interesting question: When did you know he was husband material?
When I was on my way to one of our first dates and I got a flat tire. I texted him to let him know I'd be late and why. He asked if I needed help, and I did: I didn't have a jack in my car (ugh!). He replied that he was on his way.
When he told me about his challenges connecting with his daughter, and I shared my own experiences as a daughter. I broke down a little... and he hugged me. He didn't shy away or get awkward. He put his arm around me and pulled me in.
He cooks. He is always looking up new recipes and making them.
He knows he has emotional baggage and is working with a therapist to process and heal from them. And he's shared those things with me.
His mom's Dad-jokes on Facebook.
His insistence that I take care of my own body when I am tired or hungry or not feeling well. He won't let me just push through. He will make me stop and tend to those needs I'm so used to setting aside so other needful things get done.
