My husband has never been the romantic type. In fact, I would say that he is anti-romantic. But in his quiet way, he manages to convey his love for me, the kids, and the animals every day. I don't write about him much. Mainly because he just coasts along. He's always there. Very easy to take for granted.
But a high school classmate recently lost her husband. Which has got me thinking about how lucky I am. And how despite the many ways he irritates me and gets on my nerves (because I am perfect, you know), I am incredibly lucky to be married to him.
He supports me in my crazy ventures. From my goats to my AT thru-hike. He doesn't complain too much when I spend money on running shoes, sleeping bags, chicken feed, tents........ he just simply says ok and in his own quiet way, lets me know he is there for me.
He's a good guy, that husband of mine.