What?? You didn’t really think I was going to reach the end of BFF Week without telling you about:
The Doctor!?? Oops. That’s probably the remnant from a very interesting dream. Here’s my real BFF for today:
Okay, now this is just getting silly. One more try:
This is my Joey. We met about 20 years ago, and have been married for about 18 1/2 years now. It’s kind of impressive, if you think about it. Our first unofficial date involved us watching a movie with my youngest sister, having dinner at home, and then him laying on my floor and talking for four hours. I was so not thrilled. I was also coming down with the flu or a bad cold or something, although I didn’t realize it at the time. When he found out, he came by my home before heading to the airport to go back home to Buffalo, and brought me a baggie full of Vitamin C, some candy canes, a packet of instant soup, and a Christmas card. I thought it was really sweet, because even my roommates hadn’t really acknowledged that I was sick. But I still didn’t like him. Oh, no. I liked someone else. Mm-hmmmm.
Yeah. Well, to make a dreadfully long story short, I had my last date with the someone else a few days before my first official date with Joe, and the rest is history.
Here’s what you need to know about Joe: He has an incredibly big heart. If you needed it, he’d give you everything he had, just making sure that there was enough to take care of me. Like the song from Music Man, he’d give you his shirt, and the back to go with it if you were in need.
The reason he talks a lot is because he thinks a lot. He is very observant and he pays attention to what’s going on in the world. He has ideas about how things could be improved, or why things are going to hell in a handbasket, and he wants to share those thoughs and ideas.
He is ferociously protective of me. I remember when we were still in the newlywed stage, we were in a car accident. I was driving, my cousin H. was in the middle, and he was in the passenger’s seat. A pizza delivery car blasted through a red light and slammed into us. As our pickup spun around and settled to a stop, I heard him screaming, “My wife! My wife!” I was so moved that his first thoughts were of me. And I guarantee you that even now, 20 years later, his first thoughs are of me.
He’s brilliant. He is the sole reason Izzy and I made it through our last math class in university, thus enabling us to graduate with honours. He’s a tier four engineer for his company. His job is the equivalent of him playing in the Super Bowl on every assignment, and he rises to the challenge beautifully every time.
I love my husband, love him madly, through everything that’s happened, good or bad. And I know that he loves me, loves me madly, through everything that’s happened, good or bad.