Forgetting Bad Days

Today is almost over and I'm relieved. It wasn't a good day. But I won't talk about why it was a bad day, because frankly, I'm not really sure. Instead, I want to remember things I love.


Today's topic: Stevie.


Stevie is my husband. We've been married 2 years and we dated each other for 6 years prior. Yup, I've been in love with him since I was 14.

Here we are at a youth conference with our high school best friends, Dave and Victoria. I'm the blonde and Stevie's the red head. Honestly, it's hard to find pictured of us together before the age of 16 because we always hung out in groups and never touched. 

In May of 2008, at 18 years old, Stevie underwent open heart surgery. 

This surgery would end a series of less-invasive oblation surgeries that began over a year prior.  The long and short of it is, he was born with a heart defect (Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome) that became serious during his budding hockey career at age 15. The non-invasive surgeries to follow would have been the end of it, if the surgeons hadn't accidentally punctured a hole in his mitral valve. This was discovered at his annual check-up after the final surgery. The open heart operation was scheduled soon after.

I was fortunate enough to go through the entire process with him. From the first heart palpitations to the final recovery. We had the opportunity to understand the "in sickness and in health" clause early on.

And this is our first kiss. 

This weekend, Stevie is away for work. So since I miss him, let me tell you 3 things I love about him.

1. He has said "i love you" every day since the day we got married. Honestly.

2. He whistles under his breath constantly. It takes an expert to detect it, as it makes virtually no sound. I'm not actually sure if any one else has ever heard him do this. But he literally does it ALL the time. *NOTE* Some days, this falls into the list "things that annoy me most about my husband", (especially if he's been "whistling" the same Owl City song for 2 weeks. If you're married, you understand that something that makes you smile on a good day will send you into a flying rage on a bad day. Or maybe that's just me.

3. He busses to and from work and school every day so that I can have the car. Mind you, I am not working and, most days, have no use for the car. But he takes the bus so he can read and study, not wasting any time, and so that I'm free and comfortable.


That's just 3 things. I could go on. Some wise matchmaker knew just the man I needed and sent him to me on a flightless bird. Thanks for introducing us, Dave, but I'm actually talking about another Matchmaker. Thank you God for the man you've given me. Help me to honour and respect him always.