Today, I fell in love with Ryan all over again. And not just because he brought me home beautiful roses (though let's be clear --- flowers never hurt). But because when I asked him what the flowers were for, he simply answered "you", which led me to ask myself what I ever did to deserve him. And the answer that I came up with is that I have no idea.
I'm impatient, I'm moody, I'm emotional, I'm sensitive, I'm demanding, I'm selfish, I'm passive aggressive, I'm short-tempered, I'm unforgiving, and somehow, I'm loved by a man who deals with all of my negative attributes and still brings me home "just because" flowers.
Day in and day out, my husband makes me feel like I'm a gift. When I'm down, he stops short of nothing to pick me back up. In an argument, whether he's right or wrong, he always apologizes first. When I want to stay in for a date night, we stay in. He supports me when I need someone to lean on, challenges me when I need it, encourages me when I'm ready to give up, and defends me when someone or something knocks me down.
Ryan is the guy that will sit through 3 hours of "The Real Housewives" because I had a bad day and it makes me feel better. He's the guy who raves about a bad dinner and asks for seconds to keep me from crying about my lack of culinary skills. He's the guy that will go to bed at 8pm to snuggle the tired wife who was a butthead to him all evening.
He's also the guy that has great taste in flowers.
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