I don't write about him often, although he has given me explicit permission to write whatever I want about him, good or bad.
I'm going with good.
We were friends before we were a couple, and I admired him so much. He was so easy-going, able to make friends with pretty much any one, outgoing, all things I was not. I felt honored just to be able to tag along with him.
And then one day he felt rather honored just to be a part of my life. And we started dating.
And for the first time in my life, I had a boyfriend who was respectful, who accepted me exactly as I was, who didn't abuse me. He was nothing but wonderful.
And then one day, we got married.
He supported me through my grueling law school experience, never complaining when I had to ignore him while committing to my studies and giving me a shoulder to cry on when things just got too hard.
He nursed me after the birth of my first child, through a failed breastfeeding experience, a recovery that took weeks, mastitis, and postpartum depression.
In fact, he supported me through all my crazy, my bipolar depression, my anxiety, never once questioning a diagnosis, or my need for medication. He was nothing but understanding and loving, and he was always there during my darkest days.
From the very beginning of our relationship I knew he'd be a wonderful father, and that proved to be true. He takes a fully equal role in raising our kids, and I couldn't ask for a better father to my children.
He worked his tail off to earn a PhD, something few people do. And then he worked his tail off at his first job, so that I may stay at home with my kids, at least for a little while.
So this one's for you, Husband. I love you with all my heart.