Let's Hear It For the Boy

Reading back through my recent posts, I'm seeing an awful lot of myself: me, mine, my, I, and so on.  There's an awful lot about the princess too...well, how could there not be, really?  But I tend to shorten the bits about The Hubbs.  He's a humble guy, and he doesn't appreciate his business being broadcast to the world.

Okay, I can respect that.

But sometimes a gal just needs to play cheerleader for a minute (just grin and bear it, Swa...I won't subject you to this humiliation again for at least a few months).

So, despite the possibility that his ears may be turning bright red at this very moment, let's hear it for the boy...

The boy who made me so nervous the first time I met him that I had to hide in the bathroom at Joey T's for an hour and a half, with my friend delivering drinks every so often to boost my courage before I could face him.  We have a great "meet cute," but I like to save it for parties and such...you understand.  But anyway, you get to see a sliver of it here.  ;)

The boy who makes my heart flutter as if I'm sixteen again every time I see him.

The boy who walks silently, with a smile pasted on his face, through every garden center in town with me, though I know he'd rather be somewhere else...anywhere else.

The boy who always knows just what to say.

The boy who has the uncanny ability to see - and fill - the need for a hug at just the right time.

The boy who was the most perfect boyfriend a gal could have asked for.

The boy who tricked me into a weekend trip to help "move furniture for friends" from Michigan, which was really code for "get engaged on the beautiful private beach at 7:00 in the morning.  Barefoot."  Absolutely perfect.

The boy who is a better husband than I ever could have imagined in my wildest dreams.

The boy who lets me play with his new electronic toys even though I can tell he's dying to hunker down and go into geek mode for hours.

The boy who understands "friends," and participates in my silliness happily.  Seriously, though...they're real.  They have feelings, too.

The boy who still opens doors for me after six years together.

The boy who dares to enter a craft store with me.

The boy who happily sits in front of Wheel of Fortune with me every week night.

The boy who somehow deals with my uber-girly tendencies when it comes to entertainment.

The boy who dove with me, head first, into this craziness we call parenting.

The boy who knows all of The Princess's, um, interesting points. Mine too, for that matter.

The boy who carries the bright pink backpack in public, without so much as the hint of a complaint.

Let's hear it for the boy who stands beside me, hand in hand, ready to take on the world.  We make a pretty good team, mister...you and me.  I love you so very much.

See?  Nothin' to turn red about...the post ended up being largely about me anyway.  ;)