I rarely write much about my husband on this blog and well, he likes it that way.
But we just celebrated our 11 year wedding anniversary and next month, we will be celebrating 20 years together. I was six when we met…ha.
My husband is a real man. Something like 90 percent of marriages fail when a child has an ongoing serious health condition like Bex’s (at one point potentially fatal) progressive scoliosis.
It wasn’t easy on our marriage, because it can be lonely and terrifying to go through something like that, even when you’re together…but he stayed strong. Sometimes he carried me. Many times he carried me.
A couple of days ago I watched Nick on a tense phone call with a famous actor, handling it with grace and confidence, and thirty minutes later I watched him perfectly prepare our little boy a nitrate free turkey hot dog like he was cooking it for a Top Chef competition.
He doesn’t half ass it, because he loves his son and would lasso the moon for him if he could.
As I write this, my husband is driving to give blood and do a cheek swab to see if he is a match to give life saving bone marrow to another father of small children who is dying from a disease.
That’s my husband Nick, the man who loves me fiercely despite the fact that I have sometimes been, err…difficult to love. I’m loveable, but I’m complicated, you know me…an ongoing work in progress, not at all perfection.
But he does love me more than ever, because Nick doesn’t run when times get tough. He mans up and embraces his family more. He fights for us. I know I’m safe in his arms, even on my darkest nights.
I must be the luckiest wife alive because God sent me an angel when I met my man at age 22. I love him forever.
~ Nick’s lucky, lucky wife Heidi