I’ve been waiting a long time to write this. But it never felt right until today, which is Luke’s birthday. Today is the perfect excuse to gush about my incredible husband, without having to apologize for it.
I’ve come to realize over the past 525 days that I have married the best man in the world. I had my suspicions long before we were married, but I think 12,600 hours of observation and empirical evidence seals the deal.
Now you know why I couldn’t write this earlier. Telling the world that I have the best man is natually going to be disappointing to everyone else. Men like Luke only come once in a generation and since I’ve claimed this one, it’ll likely be another 50-60 years before anyone else has a chance.
There’s not enough room on the Internet to explain each and every thing about Luke that makes him so incredible, so I’ll focus on the most obvious case study: myself.
Since knowing, dating, and marrying Luke, I am so much more myself in so many better ways. He focuses my natural competitive nature, dislodges deep set insecurities, and keeps this prone-to-take-life-way-too-seriously girl laughing every day.
He’s taught me that it’s okay to slow down and rest while at the same time explemifying a hard work ethic and dedication to one’s responsibilities.
I have a slight allergic reaction to all Christanese but I’ll risk it to say that Luke truly brings me closer to Christ as we learn more about God together. He’s also slightly allergic to Christianese which is great so I don’t have to worry about any pithy sayings cross-stiched on pillows showing up anytime soon.
Luke has woken up the brave soul inside of me. He’s taught me that life is the greatest adventure (and Hook is one of the best movies of all time) and that I do like a lot of foods that I’d been habitually avoiding for 20+ years. He inspires me to run faster and lift more and actually stretch after a workout.
Luke is also good for the environment. He’s taught me that recyclying isn’t just for hippies (oops) and was the first in our family to pioneer the capsule closet journey (which in his case, is the same 5 grey t-shirts that he’s had since high school).
Luke has shown me how to be kinder to others, especially store clerks. In return, I taught him how to avoid eye contact with kiosk people trying to dump lotion on you.
I could keep going, but if you’ve read this far, you’re probably going to have a sugar crash soon from all this syrupy sweet stuff. It’s not my normal blog fare, but days like today only come once a year.
With a warm heart and cold toes,