ODE TO MART

I know it's totally cheesy to write a post about 

how much I love my husband on Valentines Day,

and that people who read posts like that

(me)

gag when they (I) read them,

but here I am anyway,

because I just can't not.

I honestly don't know what my life would be 

without my Mart in it.

He is my rock.

People probably look at our relationship

and think that I'm the one who keeps things going,

and makes things happen,

and carry much of the burden,

because that's the personality I have.

I'm the go-getter,

the type A personality,

the "red".

But the truth is,

if you break it all down,

Mart is the strength here.

He's the power behind my punch.

I couldn't do anything that I do

without having his support,

his encouragement,

his shoulder,

his listening ear,

his easy laugh,

his calm.

He holds me up.

He keeps me sane.

He is happy to stay in the shadows

while I bask in the spotlight,

knowing that I couldn't be there without him,

and he never wants any of the credit.

He calms me down and helps me laugh

when I take life WAY. TOO. SERIOUSLY.

He lays on the bed and watches me put my makeup on.

Just because he wants to be with me.

He knows that when I say no - I mean yes.

He has this silly little grin he gives me when 

I'm acting all serious and mad,

and I can't help but laugh

because he knows me too well.

He says he hates dogs,

but he lets Chester up on our bed every night,

because I love dogs.

He brings me food when I get ornry

because I haven't eaten in too long.

He knows my students by name, and their personalities.

He works so hard for our family - 

for Josh and Ash - 

the kids that he voluntarily took as his own

and loved no less than such.

I will always always be grateful for this

man in my life.

Happy Cheesy Valentines Day Mart.