Twitterpated

My mother never told me that being twitterpated would be one of the most rewarding and most challenging parts of my life...

I have been twitterpated for 12 plus years. I look at my husband with such adoration. He is (next to our children) the best thing that has happened to me. Having said this, he can push my buttons.

We have known each other since the first grade. We lived 2 miles from each other. My older brother hung out with his older brother. My younger brother and his younger sister are good friends. Our parents are good friends. We went to the movies as friends during high school. He even took me fishing. I never saw him for who he was until he was no longer "my" go to guy. He started dating a girl two grades below us and I was sick. I mean literally. I could not figure out why I was feeling so bad. Then a mutual friend of ours gently mentioned that he thought that I really wished that the girl he was dating was me. That was it...I was totally and irrevocably twitterpated.

I saw him in a way that only a girl in love could. He was perfect. And when the honeymoon was over I realized that he was only almost perfect. He never picks up his clothes, he leaves empty bottles in the fridge, he expects me to run the house and organize the kids. He has a problem communicating with me and the rest of the general public, and he is not at all romantic. He keeps all of the things that are bothering him inside and when he just can't take it anymore, he blows like a volcano.

I am no peach. I complain about all of the things that I swear he never does. I nag him to talk to me. I point out that I try and he doesn't. I am a real winner...right. God only knows why he stays with me. I have decided to sincerely try to talk less about what he doesn't do and more about what he does do. So, here I go...

He is amazing. He is extremely attractive. He gives the best hugs and softest kisses. He worked hard so that I could stay at home with each of our children while they were babies. He saves and buys me all of the frivolous items that I mention that I might want. He takes me to chick flicks so that I will cozy up to him. He brings me my favorite take-out when I don't feel like cooking. He dotes on me when I am sick. He helps my parents and brothers with all of their DIY projects. He plays like a child with the kids. His laugh is infectious. He is a closet comedian. He is a fabulous cook. He can clean a house spotless if he has to. He can fix anything that is broken with the right tools. He loves his family with all his heart. He made me a better person by knowing and loving him.

I think when you love someone, you have to overlook some of the qualities about that person that just plain tick you off. If you let those things consume your thoughts, you will surely fall out of love with that person. I am in no danger of that. I love that man with every atom in my body. I am surely twitterpated!