Because I Talk About Myself All the Freakin' Time

It's my blog so of course I talk about me in almost every post, right?  Well, that gets to be a little old for me.  I'm not very egocentric, I'm a yogi for goodness' sake!  I know my strengths and weaknesses and acknowledge them without (much) judgement (good or bad) most of the time.  So, why blog?  Why have a space dedicated to my ramblings about myself? 

Because I have stuff to say!  I have strong opinions and, be they wise or naive, I believe they are shared and I want a space to discuss them!  A place where we can talk amongst ourselves...

Anyway, today's post is not about me at all.  I'm writing today about my husband.  You can stop right here if you came to read about nursing bras, cloth diapers, or how I still haven't heard about that job...  Also, if you don't care to read about the awesomeness of my man, that's cool too.  I'll see ya tomorrow when I'm back on track, talking about myself ; )

This guy is one of the most incredible people I've ever known.  He's smart, funny, handsome, and he takes amazing care of me and our daughter.  We've been through some real challenges, issues that would have split most other people apart.  We've faced death, financial struggles, conflicts with each other's families, moves, and career changes together.  Every step of the way, Ryan has lead me (now us) through to the other side.  Not by ignoring the issue or changing the subject like so many men do, but by being sensitive, caring, and unafraid to really deal with shit.  The man is not afraid of feelings, let's be honest, and where this may have made him the butt of many a joke from the men in his family, for me, it makes him the ideal partner and father for our children.

I know that Ryan lives and breaths for his family.  He stays home as late as he possibly can in the morning to get as much time with us as possible.  He loves nothing more than to wear Emma on our morning walks (now that we have a better carrier than below, another post on that later) and enjoy her when she looks up into his eyes and smiles.

Ryan makes me laugh.  Every.single.day. 

And he gives all of himself to everything he does.  He works so hard and is so dedicated to everything he commits to, it's admirable.  The man does not call in sick to work EVER (it helps that we're really healthy people and we don't get hungover...), is never late to a commitment, and cares so very much about everything he does.  His work ethic and dedication to his job are something to be admired.

And he spoils us.  We can't afford much but Ryan makes sure we get to have a lot of fun.  He doesn't bat an eye when I ask him to take us out for lunch and he looks forward date nights and family outings as if they're the highlight of his life.  The day I thought my ipod broke, he already had a plan in place to get me a new one.  To prepare for my job interview, he encouraged me to spend some real money on great clothes that would make me feel incredible.  And when I say I want bar-b-que for dinner...  we're there before I can even ask...

I know that whatever challenges come our way, my sensitive, devoted, and brilliant husband will lead our family through.  And I'm so grateful.