It's All About Blogbrit

behind every good blogblond is a great blogbrit.

for about the first decade of our marriage, blogbrit stayed kind of in the background. i had a really cool job (principal of a girls' high school) and he worked various jobs he hated so we could pay the bills. i had babies and went to grad school, and he picked up the slack at home and kept all the balls in the air while i ran around running around. when i was spazzy, he was calm and soothing. when i was stressed, he was kind and patient. when i would rant and rage (me, really?), he would stay cool and talk me down. all in all, he was the perfect support staff. he was the perfect counterpoint for me.

within the last few years, this balance has changed. the blogbrit has come into his own in a big way. he has found his stride, and has become the superstar of the family. he's the kind of husband who makes single women want to get married.

these days, the brit has a job that he is really really good at. everyone at work knows it, and he is constantly getting recognition and awards. he has come out of his proper british reserved shell, and has developed intelligent opinions on everything from politics to the media to what we will buy at ikea. he has taken over as captain of the ship, and he is doing an awesome job.

he is still the solid one. he is still calmer, more rational, and more diplomatic than i am. he is still better with the kids, better with the guests, and better with juggling the multiple demands on his time with grace and patience and dignity. he is still the person in the world i can count on for anything- all of the time. he is the guy who will stand and deliver when everyone else just can't seem to get it together. he's the one who reminds me that when you think you can't, you just need to try harder. he's the chicken soup for my soul and the jam in my jelly roll.

oh, and did i mention he is totally hot, too?

no, it's not our anniversary. it's not his birthday, and he hasn't done anything out of the ordinary to make me think about him in the middle of the day. and i guess that's really the point, isn't it? that when you are lucky and fortunate and blessed enough to be married to someone who is as mind-blowingly incredible as blogbrit, every day is special and every moment you are apart, you wish you were together.

there's not really too much else to say, is there?