We told each other that we loved each other the first time, 12 years ago, two weeks after we started dating, via text. Actually we were not dating yet. We were not allowed to date until April. We were in that terrible position of love and happiness but not yet allowed to be together. So via text he confessed that he loved me, 2 weeks after asking me out. I, the ultimately happy single girl after two failed relationships. I, the girl who could not say "I love you" to anybody, happily wrote back with my heart thudding, "I too, love you". I remember slipping my phone into my pocket, stuffing my hands down deep into my sweater and grinning as I realized that, no mistake, I loved this man.
I loved him more then my family.
I loved him more then anything.
I loved him and I knew I was going to marry him, and I did marry him in spite of the buffeting winds of disapproval.
I married him, and I did it with my eyes wide open.
I would marry him again, and again and yet again, I would.
He makes me snow ice cream, he brings me coffee in bed when I was up late with the baby. He orders my food in restaurants, without pressuring me about what I want and he wants children too. He wants to work to live, not live to work. He is noble and honest. He makes his mistakes right and he cherishes me. I look at him and I think how stupid and naive I was 12 years ago, and I wonder why I was smart enough to marry this guy.
A friend who I see very rarely told me she heard about a year and a half ago that MrB and I were on the brink of divorce. I snickered at the time line. You see, a year and a half ago, our little Bobana was being conceived. We were far too busy to get a divorce! We were far too busy living and loving together to think of "not" living together.
I love February, not only is it the month of love, but it is also the month that MrB asked me if I would date him and how much he loves me. Its the month I told him how much I love him, and it was the month I knew my happy single life was over.
So to celebrate this beloved occasion, I knit him a hat. A lovely worsted weight wool Antler hat by Tin Can Knits. Its a free pattern y'all. And a very fast knit. It only took me 6 days of knitting evenings and a few spare moments to finish it up from ribbing to weaving in the ends.
I watched him leave this morning, with the two year old who scribbles wildly over any surface he can reach whenever a magic marker lands in his hand, who dips socks into the toilet and who puts pennies into his mouth, he wore the hat I knit him, and the 2 yr old wore his matching knit hat, and I felt my heart was full.