Today is my husband’s thirty-fifth birthday. If you only know of him online, then you know that his name is Matthew. Or, Honey. I used to use that name for him online but somehow got away from it. In real life, I refer to him as Honey the majority of the time, unless he cannot hear me/is not listening to me. It goes something like this:
“Honey? Honey! HONEY! MATTHEW!!!
He’s so lucky to have me.
At the church, all of the kids (and their parents) know him as Mr. Matt. He leads the object lesson at the front of the church and then when we all head downstairs, he leads the large group session. I love watching up there, doing what he does best. Teaching, and loving, and cracking us all up. He’s always had a way with kids, and not just our own. Children love him. We would volunteer in the church nursery when our kids were babies and all of the wee ones would gravitate to him. He’d have six kids crowding around him as he read a story and I’d be on the sidelines, watching how the little girls who were usually timid around men who weren’t their dads would be clamoring for a place on his lap. To see him in his role as the Director of Children and Families is nothing that we ever thought was on the radar twelve years go, yet here we are twelve years later, and I can’t see him doing anything else that would fit him so perfectly.
Side note about the “Mr. Matt” title: Last June, there was a volunteer appreciation night and Leland Klassen was the guest comedian. Matthew had asked me to bring my camera to snap a few photos of the event and I made my way to a front table and started snapping away. He noticed me and asked if I was the photographer for the evening.
“Yes. I’m also Mr. Matt’s wife.”
(This is how I always introduce myself to others visiting the church; everyone knows Mr. Matt, and I want to let them know the family connection.)
Leland’s eyebrows went up.
“You call him Mr. Matt? I’m going to get my wife to start calling me Mr. Leland.”
He ran with it to the point where I was doubled over and doing the silent laugh. I had friends and acquaintances alike comment on it for weeks afterwards and I still cannot hear someone refer to him as “Mr. Matt” without smirking.
It’s kind of the story of our life together, really. My husband may we not as outgoing or as hand-talking-cursed as I am, but we laugh a lot. I laugh at myself, he laughs at himself, and we laugh together every day. He is smart and witty and hot and funny and everything I didn’t know was possible to have in a husband. I’m going to take this time to thank him for a few of the plethora of things that he makes me thankful for, every day.
Thank you for loving me when I’m struggling with feminine … issues.
Thank you for loving our kids so much and being the best Daddy they could ever have. Everything from diaper changes and bottle feedings to butt wiping and bedtime stories. You are a better parent than I could ever hope to be and our kids are so much better for it.
Thank you for being so tall, dark, and handsome. Because DAY-UM.
Thank you for being Mr. Clean. Yes, I sometimes feel like a failure at house cleaning, because you always beat me to it, but that’s a self-inflicted feeling of failure. You do it because you like to and I AM SO THANKFUL.
Thank you for leading our family in all areas of our lives. You may be two years younger than me, but I feel that you are far wiser. You reign me in when I get emotional (which is often, we agree on this), you are a calming force when my Momma Bear kicks in, and you lead us in all matters of our faith.
Thank you for keeping our house running. Cleaning gutters, chopping firewood, raking lawns, butchering chickens, ETCETERA. You rarely sit, as you putter and clean and patch and build and maintain.
Thank you for making me feel beautiful. You will send me a text, or tap my butt cheek, or give me a big kiss in front of the kids. While the awkward thirteen-year-old girl inside me can rear her ugly head, it’s never because of you. You make me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet.
Thank you for just being you. I loved you when I met you, I love you when we got engaged a month later, I loved you when we made our vows to be together forever. You make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me so happy that I get to be your wife.
I love you, Honey. More.