House

Haha! Tricked ya!

This is not a story about an actual house but a story about a boy who’s nickname is house and how much I love him.

Some of you know parts of the story on how my husband and I are high school sweethearts. Insert nausea or expressions of “awww how cute!” here. Yes it is absolutely cute, mushy, and hits you right in all the feels, but it is so much more than that.

I’ve been trying to find a way to write about Ty on this blog for a long time, and it’s been hard to find the words. Not because I don’t have the words, but mostly because I don’t know if they will do him justice.

Ty and I obviously have a history (that pic above is at least 15 years old and probably the last time I saw his face without a beard!). So when people ask how a couple our age manages to maintain a relationship like ours in today’s world, I often answer with my belief that people either grow apart or grow together, and grow together we have.

Polar opposites in almost every way (I’m talking about how if I even remotely like something then there’s a decent chance that he most likely doesn’t), that I seriously wonder how it works, but it does.

One of the things I love most about him is his sense of conviction. When he believes something, he stands behind it 110%. He never falters and he is so honest that sometimes it hurts, but I love that he is just so unapologetically true to himself. I know he will always be straight with me, but the thing I love the most about this amazing man is how much he unconditionally believes in me.

I have always been stubborn and I have always had a bit of fire within me, but these qualities are only magnified when he and I are together. The stubborn piece shines pretty brightly when we’re not seeing eye to eye, but he has truly mastered the gift of bringing out my tenacious side in the very best of ways.

Anytime I have ever remotely expressed self-doubt or thought of quitting something, he has been there to remind me of the strong, independent, and fierce woman that I am. He has wiped my tears and loved me during the times when I have been the most unloveable (insert anytime I’ve had an Oscar worthy meltdown or the time I chopped all my hair off and he was not impressed). He has lifted me up in the worst of times even if it means sacrificing his own happiness in that moment. To say that he has truly shown me what love is, is an understatement.

When I say that we are polar opposites, I don’t say it with disapproval but I say it with the understanding that our differences are what keep us together. Where he is quiet, I am loud. While I am prone to jump head first, he errs on the side of caution. Where he loves routine and order, I spice things up with spontaneity, and when I am irrational, he is my voice of reason.

He always reminds me to see the best in everything even if he cannot see it himself, and my gosh, he is without a doubt my biggest fan.

Since I began running 3 years ago, he has been at every race with the exception of one and only because I asked him to stay home. He has been my photographer, baggage boy, and cheerleader. I have carted him around to expos and all the way across the country for me to race and I can say without a doubt that whenever I need to dig deep to push through a race, I think of him. I think of his face and how undeniably proud he is of me as his face lights up when I cross every finish line. I think of every word of encouragement or motivation that he gives me, but most of all, I think of how much he loves me.

This is the kind of love that is all in, everyday, and even in the moments where I am impossible to love. This is the kind of love that I wish the world was made of and that everyone could experience in their lifetime. It’s the kind of love that moves you to be great, and while I am not sure if I will ever reach greatness, I know that I am more than great enough for him.

So, to my best friend, my hoobs, the guy I convince to climb mountains with, and my sidekick in this adventure called life, I love you with my whole soul. Here’s what I have to say to you; we may not own fancy things or a house just yet, but to me, you will always be my home, because as the song says, “home is wherever I’m with you.”

Buckets of Love,

Your MuffinPuff 💜

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