A few weeks ago, Aleks walked in the door from a long day at work and into chaos. I had finished teaching, was cleaning out backpacks and lunch boxes, trying to get a handle on how the girls were doing, make sure the homework was finished, convince Maia to practice piano, and get dinner on the table.
Ruby was having a crises of some sort; it could have been about stresses at school or just that her shoes didn't feel right, really, either is feasible.
So Aleks walked in to this mess and without missing a beat, sat down and said "Ruby, I'd really like to help you figure this out. What can I do?"
That patience and kindness was the thing that hooked me when we first met in college almost 2 decades ago. And over the last 16 years, Aleks' best qaulities have just deepened and expanded into something beyond what I could have ever imagined.
I thought what I was getting from 22 year old Aleks was pretty good.
The gift that is my husband is so much more than I deserve.
16 years ago we moved into our first apartment.
Which had the infamous "shath" or "bower." The bathroom was built into the eave of the house and so stading in the shower was impossible. Also, any time the toilet ran, which it did about every 5 minutes, the water would turn into boiling, scalding torture.
Look at that cell phone on the kitchen counter. This was before Facebook and the iphone as we know it now.
He's still got those Chuck Taylors.
Marriage is a trip. I definitely don't have it all figured out, but I'm grateful to have a patient, honest man with me on the journey.
Look at those babies.
Lucky. Grateful. Proud.
Happy anniversary Aleks.
Here's to so many more years of adventure, laughter, and growth.
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