*Today I had an awesome conversation with my husband, Ben. He revealed a lot about me that I thought would be great to share and give you a glimpse of *me*.
Ben: You know me like nobody else does, and even through everything, you still love me. You're smart, you're funny. You're the only one that I have felt has genuinely cared about me. You like to tickle me...and even though I act like I don't like it, I do. You have beautiful eyes, you have the most perfect breasts, and I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I like your freckles...I don't like them, I love them.
You don't take shit from nobody, you put God before me and I'm okay with it, although some people might not be okay with that, but I'm not just some man. You love me unconditionally, even though I think I'm ugly, fat, balding, and repulsive. And I fart a lot. And smell. I'm like George Constanza.
Sometimes you let things get to you, but in all essence, you don't let it get to you. We can talk about what's bothering you and somehow we always work out a resolution. We can make it through anything considering the first years we were married. You're very true to yourself, you don't go back on your word. If you do, you have a damn good reason why...but that hardly ever happens. You're a strong, loving, caring, gentle woman that knows how to serve others. No matter what they are facing, you know how to talk to them on a personal level. Like today, that guy had just chewed me out when I called you. Do you know why I called you? Because I knew you would be able to calm me down.
You love your faith and you know a lot about it. You're a God-fearing woman. You know that you're loved by Him. Don't get mad...your temper is one thing that I love because for a couple reasons: I love it when you get mad about things you're passionate for because it shows what you really care about...and when you get mad about something, you keep it pretty contained. You will spout off at home, but in public you keep it quiet. You're a true Italian with your temper, just not so loud.
You can be ambitious about certain things. I think you're ambitious about still trying to save this youth group, but will it work? I don't know. You have great dreams of blogging, of decorating, being healthy (he tears up) of being a mom, because you'd be a great one. I'm over here like a sixteen year old girl balling...and I'm a 31 year old bald, bearded dude. Can I have a kleenex please?
Sometimes I don't know how to explain my love to you...sometimes when I'm with you or holding you, I feel such great emotion, that I feel like I'm floating and that our hearts are connected. When I think of our first months together, I never knew what true love was and I was crazy about you, and I still am. I have butterflies in my stomach when I think about you. Have we left the honeymoon stage yet? I really don't know.
You are persistent to a T. As of right now with patience, I know it must be driving you crazy to find out what is going to happen. Right now you seem so calm...to you I don't think it gets to you as much as some others. It would drive some people to drink, and you're just hanging in there.
Courage for you, you have the courage of a lion. You tell people exactly how it is with your faith. You know what's right from wrong. You had a lot of courage to get over your mom and dad's divorce...I know it affected you a lot more...and it took a lot of courage to jump over those barriers. And to move on from Donnie too. Also, even though your family was against it, you had the courage to go to school for what God was calling you for. Everything goes back to your faith. You have the courage to stand up for what you believe in.
I love how he is so honest with me...and gets me thinking about all the great things about myself and my life, what God has given me. It makes me realize I truly am blessed. But what's more is that it makes me realize all the dreams I have that I want to fulfill, and that I have a kick-ass bearded man by my side to walk with me through it. This is what makes our marriage like the Sacrament of the Eucharist. We don't want to keep all these wonderful gifts God has given us to ourselves, but we want to share them with those we know and those we don't know. This is why I've come to recognize that I need to tell you my story....so where shall I begin?
*Disclaimer: This is a repost from my old blog. I just love what it says about my husband Ben and I, so I shared it again.
Ben: You know me like nobody else does, and even through everything, you still love me. You're smart, you're funny. You're the only one that I have felt has genuinely cared about me. You like to tickle me...and even though I act like I don't like it, I do. You have beautiful eyes, you have the most perfect breasts, and I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I like your freckles...I don't like them, I love them.
You don't take shit from nobody, you put God before me and I'm okay with it, although some people might not be okay with that, but I'm not just some man. You love me unconditionally, even though I think I'm ugly, fat, balding, and repulsive. And I fart a lot. And smell. I'm like George Constanza.
Sometimes you let things get to you, but in all essence, you don't let it get to you. We can talk about what's bothering you and somehow we always work out a resolution. We can make it through anything considering the first years we were married. You're very true to yourself, you don't go back on your word. If you do, you have a damn good reason why...but that hardly ever happens. You're a strong, loving, caring, gentle woman that knows how to serve others. No matter what they are facing, you know how to talk to them on a personal level. Like today, that guy had just chewed me out when I called you. Do you know why I called you? Because I knew you would be able to calm me down.
You love your faith and you know a lot about it. You're a God-fearing woman. You know that you're loved by Him. Don't get mad...your temper is one thing that I love because for a couple reasons: I love it when you get mad about things you're passionate for because it shows what you really care about...and when you get mad about something, you keep it pretty contained. You will spout off at home, but in public you keep it quiet. You're a true Italian with your temper, just not so loud.
You can be ambitious about certain things. I think you're ambitious about still trying to save this youth group, but will it work? I don't know. You have great dreams of blogging, of decorating, being healthy (he tears up) of being a mom, because you'd be a great one. I'm over here like a sixteen year old girl balling...and I'm a 31 year old bald, bearded dude. Can I have a kleenex please?
Sometimes I don't know how to explain my love to you...sometimes when I'm with you or holding you, I feel such great emotion, that I feel like I'm floating and that our hearts are connected. When I think of our first months together, I never knew what true love was and I was crazy about you, and I still am. I have butterflies in my stomach when I think about you. Have we left the honeymoon stage yet? I really don't know.
You are persistent to a T. As of right now with patience, I know it must be driving you crazy to find out what is going to happen. Right now you seem so calm...to you I don't think it gets to you as much as some others. It would drive some people to drink, and you're just hanging in there.
Courage for you, you have the courage of a lion. You tell people exactly how it is with your faith. You know what's right from wrong. You had a lot of courage to get over your mom and dad's divorce...I know it affected you a lot more...and it took a lot of courage to jump over those barriers. And to move on from Donnie too. Also, even though your family was against it, you had the courage to go to school for what God was calling you for. Everything goes back to your faith. You have the courage to stand up for what you believe in.
I love how he is so honest with me...and gets me thinking about all the great things about myself and my life, what God has given me. It makes me realize I truly am blessed. But what's more is that it makes me realize all the dreams I have that I want to fulfill, and that I have a kick-ass bearded man by my side to walk with me through it. This is what makes our marriage like the Sacrament of the Eucharist. We don't want to keep all these wonderful gifts God has given us to ourselves, but we want to share them with those we know and those we don't know. This is why I've come to recognize that I need to tell you my story....so where shall I begin?
*Disclaimer: This is a repost from my old blog. I just love what it says about my husband Ben and I, so I shared it again.
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