Saturday, April 25, 2009

A Digression

This is my husband, Joe.

Today is his birthday.

If it weren't for him, I would be dead. If I had been on my own when I was diagnosed I would've killed myself, because I wouldn't have been able to survive alone. That's a lot of pressure to put on another human being.

I certainly wouldn't want to be the reason someone is still alive. Though, he's been a super hero before. He gave his mom a kidney just a month before he moved to Canada and just two months before he married me. All he needs is a cape and some tights.

For someone who's as pessimistic as he is, he's been positive and reassuring in so many ways. I fight him so much on his points sometimes I'm convinced that I don't deserve his love and support.

Sure, he's learned to tune out my incessant nattering on about subjects he has no interest in. He can barely contain the urge to yell at me when I'm confused and it's frustrating him. But he does.

He has been there for me in thousands of little and big ways over the past 3.5 years and I can only hope that I haven't been the biggest mistake he's ever made. I try every day to live up to his example.

He's not perfect, but he's the best thing that ever happened to me.

Happy Birthday, Joey. You mean more to me than I could ever hope to explain.

I love you.


  1. That's really beautiful. We should all be so lucky to have someone like that in our lives.

  2. You took the words right out of my mouth. Your Joey and my Bo are twin sons of different mothers, that's for sure. What did we do right to have these loves in our lives, I wonder...