February 12th, 2010 by Kateastrophe

I try not to be a lot of things on this blog.  Complain(y), braggy, political and sappy are a few on the top of my list.  I probably don’t always succeed, but I sure try.

That being said, get thee prepared for some sappy.

Matt and I spent our first Valentine’s Day together six years ago.  I had flown from Utah to Phoenix for the weekend and we got take-out from PF Changs and spent a wonderful, romantic evening at his aunt and uncle’s empty house.  It was one of the most memorable nights of my life.  He had paid so much attention to the little details.  I knew that day he was going to be my husband.  I already sort of thought so, but that day I KNEW.

Since then we’ve only spent two Valentine’s Days together, and it’s completely my fault.  Once I was promoted at my last job, there was a conference that always took place on Valentine’s Day.  We’d always make up for it, of course, but there’s something strange about celebrating a holiday on a different day.

This year, despite not having a conference, I’m leaving him again.  My father, who I rarely see due to his living across the world in China, is in the States briefly and begged me to come visit over the long weekend.  Matt and I discussed it and decided I should go.  So today I’m leaving the 70 degree awesomeness and heading into Snomageddon or, as one of my hilarious friends called it, SnObama Bin Laden.  (The fear forced me to buy Uggs for crying out loud.  I should note that they’re the knit ones so they’re not QUITE as muppety as one would think, and BOY are they comfy but seriously?  I JUST BOUGHT UGGS.)

Anyway, I’m leaving my husband alone AGAIN on Valentine’s Day.  I feel horrible, especially because we should have been heading to California this weekend for a much needed break for him.  Since his promotion a few months ago, I’ve barely seen him and he’s been barely breathing.  I can’t really make it up to him, but I can publicly declare his awesomeness.

I am married to a man who has made me the center of his universe.  He works 14-15 hour days for ME.  He does it so I can have the things I want and so we can live comfortably.  He does it so we can go on amazing vacations and play hard when we’re not working.  He is the kindest human I’ve ever met.  He never yells or even raises his voice.  He’s shy at first glance but once he’s comfortable, he becomes the most personable, hilarious man alive.  I laugh every day with him.  Words cannot express my gratitude for the things he does for me and I hope and pray that he knows how much I love him.  He is my everything and I’m so grateful he chose me to be his wife and best friend.

If I don’t freeze to death in Columbus, I’m coming back and making all of this worth his while, even if it takes my whole life.