If you want my usual post on writing, please jump over to the WeBook blog where I guest posted today! It's about tough skin, something I've been meaning to blog about for a while.
If not, you can stay here and listen to me talk about how awesome my husband is.
Because I've been teasing Nick a lot about being old, so I have to make up for that with some nice words.
About six years and four days ago, I never thought about dating Nick. (I know, nice way to start. I swear it'll get good!) He was a good friend, and I honestly never thought about him being more or whatever. That, and one of my closest friends had a crush on him. He was off limits.
One Sunday night, this friend of mine was stressing out over what to get/make him for his birthday. I was so fed up with the "Do you think he'd like this" conversation that I said, "Dude, do you just want me to go over there and ask him?"
So I walked over to his house, since we were at a church get-together and right across the street. Nick answered the door, and I asked him what he wanted. I think he said he liked licorice and pie. I went and told my friend so she wouldn't have to stress anymore; Nick wondered if I like-liked him. Oops.
The next day we had yet another church thing (we Mormons have a lot of church things), and Nick was sitting on the couch. It was getting crowded in the living room, and out of nowhere he says, "I got room for two more here!"
It was really lame, but I worried he'd look even stupider if no one took him up on the offer. I went and sat down right next to him, since I had to cram myself in between two people. Then this weird thing happened.
It was like an energy current, pulling me to him. An awareness that both froze me in place and made me want to run.
Suddenly he wasn't just crazy Nick, the dude who brings a blow up whale to the pool for kicks. He was Nick. He was a guy I knew I needed in my life, even if I wasn't quite sure why.
We sat there the whole night, watched a movie after most everyone had left. We didn't do anything but talk and sit next to each other, but that was more than enough. I was pretty much freaking out as it was. I mean, my friend saw us, and she obviously knew something was up. I didn't know what to do—it's not like I expected it to happen. I still wasn't sure I wanted it to happen.
But it kept happening. And luckily my friend didn't hate me for it, because a week later Nick took my hand. We haven't spent more than a few days apart since.
I am so incredibly lucky. Nick is the exact guy I need in my life—my complement. He makes up for all my faults and makes me want to be a better person every day. I'm pretty sure my family likes me more because he's around, and he's the best father to our crazy ninjas. He's a voracious reader and believes in my writing more than I do. Basically, he's everything I never thought to ask for. I didn't even know guys like him existed.
Nick is walking proof that nice guys are hot.
Love you, hon. And happy birthday.