Today marks a very special day. It’s the day my husband, Jarrod, first came into the world. I am very thankful for this day. If that January day back in the 80’s had never happened, I don’t know where I’d be.
I can be a hard person to love. I know this for several reasons. First of all, I get annoyed with myself quite often, so if I’m annoying myself, I can only imagine what others are thinking. Secondly, I could never hold down a roommate. I couldn’t ever quite figure out the issue, but I’m the only common denominator, so I figure it must be me. Finally, living with someone with a severe illness is a huge responsibility. And Jarrod knew this from very early on in our relationship. But it never scared him away. We’ve had our difficult moments. I’ve been miserable with pain and exhaustion and taken it out on him. He’s not always understood what I was going through and how much I needed someone to be there with me. But we’ve grown together. We’re not perfect, but we’re learning.
I can’t say enough wonderful things about Jarrod: he’s kind, thoughtful, goofy, manly, sweet, fun, strong, assertive, hard working, faithful, considerate, friendly, dependable, family oriented, honest, unafraid, loving… He’s the best friend I could ever imagine. And I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with him.
Unfortunately for me, he’s gone on a guy’s hunting trip right now, so I have to wish him a Happy Birthday from afar.
Baby, I love you. Have a great trip and I’ll be looking forward to you coming home soon.