Valentine’s Day Tribute

Imperfectly perfect

I am lucky to have a husband who is NOT perfect, but is perfect for me. He puts up with my antics. They sometimes make him angry, but most of the time I think they make him love me even more. He is my best friend.

I can’t recall how it came up, but one morning I asked him to recite all of my bad habits. “You leave your things on the kitchen counter. You take your contacts out at night and put them on your nightstand, creating a pile of used, cracked shards of gross contacts. You leave your dirty clothes in piles around the bedroom.” Luckily, none of these dirty little habits are deal breakers for Paul and now you know a lot more about me than you ever wanted to know.

Paul has his own habits that annoy me, but they’re traits that most people would applaud. He is too clean. He puts everything away, in the place where it belongs. He has a to-do list that he creates everyday and cannot sleep until everything is crossed off the list. Perfectly annoying if you ask me.

There are also the things that other people point out about Paul, such as his choice in fashion (t-shirt, jeans, hoodie, white sneakers, REPEAT), his ever-growing manly beard, or the fact that he knows a little (okay, a lot) about everything. EVERYTHING. Sure, some of these qualities can get to me every now and then. But mostly, they are uniquely Paul and I wouldn’t change a single hair on his head (or his beard). I guess that’s love, an acceptance of what makes a person imperfectly perfect, and adoring the imperfections that make a relationship special.

Happy Valentine’s Day to my loving husband Paul. I could promise to be better, put away my dirty clothes, and throw my contacts in the trash before bed, but I’d be lying. You know me well enough to know that and you’d tell me so.

With love,