About Bill

So last week was my anniversary, and my post was more about an overall sense of what annversaries and relationships mean to me, but I never really gave Bill much time in the spotlight.  Since he is so very deserving of the spotlight, I thought it wise put it on him this week.

Who is Bill to me?  Besides my best friend....

- he is the one who sees me at my best and my worst and always thinks I am amazing - sometimes a bit silly, but still amazing
- he is the one who carries on conversations with me about topics like the definitive variations among subcultures and how varying subcultures do and don't relate to one another and the social and spiritual impact of such failures to relate...this is one we actually had last weekend
- he is the one who tells me when to settle down and get over myself, and rarely asks if it's "that time of the month"
- he is the one who listens to every single one of my songs and never tells me any are bad (although some of them are) and goes way beyond encouraging me in the good ones
- he is the one who gives me incredible gifts like studio time to record my songs that will most likely never be heard by anyone but the people we force to listen
- he is the one who laughs at me in moments he could be screaming, and gets me to laugh at myself
- he is the one who bends to carry the weight of our family burdens so I don't have to
- he is the one who will spend a Saturday afternoon hauling landscaping debris from one side of the yard to the other and let me sit on the patio and watch him, without making me feel guilty
- he is the one who will always give me an excuse to make chocolate chip cookies, and celebrates every bite with comments like, "These may possibly be the best cookies in the history of mankind" (he's been known to exaggerate a bit)
- he is the one who thinks I'm beautiful when I'm 20 lbs overweight or 20 lbs under
- he really doesn't care that I don't wear makeup (no, really)
- he is the voice of reason when I'm being unreasonable
- he is the voice of encouragement and confidence when I have none of my own
- he believes in me in ways I may never believe in myself, and he cheers me on to do all the things I don't believe I can do
- he stands with me through every storm, walks with me through every fire, wades with me through every flood, and runs with me when I'm able
- and when I don't have the strength to do any of these, he carries me, never once making me feel any less beautiful or amazing or strong

He is truly the beautiful and amazing and strong one, and I am so grateful to call him my husband, and my friend.