This past weekend, Bryce and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. I like that number. To celebrate, we went into the canyon to Sundance Resort. It was so beautiful up there! We had a cozy cabin to ourselves, delicious food, a massage, and we even went on a short hike. Relaxing and wonderful. Bryce is my truest and best friend in the world and I savor the time we spend together on weekends like this one.
In honor of our 12 years together, here are 12 random things that I love about Bryce:
#1: He loves to cook. Preparing our Blue Apron meals together is so much fun and the food is always delicious!
#2: He’s an avid reader. Mostly non-fiction, but he’s gotten into some fiction lately as well.
#3: He takes such good care of our yard. I hardly touch it. He takes pride in all the mowing, weeding, maintenance, and upkeep.
#4: He doesn’t complain when I have to leave in the middle of the night. He’s the best husband a doula could ask for.
#5: He tells me he loves me. It makes my heart so happy when I get an email from him out of the blue telling me so.
#6: He takes his responsibility as the main breadwinner in our family very seriously. And I very much respect him for that.
#7: He enjoys trying new things. This makes things so fun!
#8: He’s a thinker. Sometimes, when he shares with me some of the things he’s been thinking about, studying, and mulling over in his brain, I’m just amazed.
#8: He can be silly. I adore his sense of humor and just laughing with him.
#9: He takes the kids’ questions seriously. One time I came out to find them all huddled around our big subwoofer speaker in the living room. I think he was answering a question that came up about a sonic boom. I love it when the kids bring a question to him and he gets so thorough.
#10: He sees my good intentions. Even when I make mistakes, he can see the intention behind my actions.
#11: He’s surprising. It’s nice to realize that after 12 years together, we can still surprise each other. There’s always more to learn about each other.
#12: He has dreams. It’s fun, sometimes, to sit and chat about our dreams. There’s a lot of heart in our dreams and we feel safe sharing them with each other. It reminds me of this lovely poem by Yeats:
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I love you, Sweetheart! I’ve spread my dreams under your feet and you’ve only ever been so wonderfully gentle with them. May we walk together sharing our dreams for many many years to come.