This weekend, Hubby and I celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary at (where else?) the ballpark. We also celebrated our third anniversary at the ballpark. I’m thinking we should make this an every-odd-year excursion.
It was awesome – we were at Wrigley Field in the last weeks of a division race. For once, we had beautiful weather. We were in the bleachers, and the national anthem was awesome, followed by an F-18 flyover and, a few hours later, Cubs Win! Cubs Win! And the party was on at the Cubby Bear.
Disclaimer: Hubby is a St. Louis Cardinals fan. Yes, it causes some strain in the marriage, but we have learned to deal with it in the last five years. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you thinking he cheered for the Cubs.
While all that was fun, the best part was that I got to share it with the greatest guy in the world. He has made me a better person. Where I am tightly-wound, he is laid back. Where I sometimes let my worries get in the way of a good time, he convinces me to relax and have a good time. Without him, I fear I would be a tangled mess of nerves 24-7.
He is willing to take charge when I am afraid of confrontation. He is smart and sexy and caring. He (mostly) has patience for me when I am being difficult or argumentative or just plain mean. He helps me keep life in perspective.
Watching him with our daughter sometimes brings a tear to my eye. He didn’t have the best childhood, and he so wants to give Angel Face everything that he did not have.
Without this man, I would clearly be a mess. But more important, without this man, I would not be the person that I am. He is my partner, my friend, my all. I love him.