This is my favorite picture of Husband.
This is how he looked when I met him. Long hair (it’s short in this pic), broad shoulders, athletic to a fault, bedroom eyes, tanned from every outdoor activity he could get involved in, a little scruffy, a little dirty and completely having a great time in that moment. I even dug the porn mustache he was sportin’. (Hey, it was the early 90’s, right?)
He wasn’t the man I thought I’d end up with. He was divorced, had custody of two kids, an unstable ex-wife and was trying to put his life back on track in the midst of some devastating personal turmoil.
But there was just something about him.
In my mind’s eye, this is how he still looks. Oh, sure, his hair is little grayer now, it’s also a little shorter now. He switched from contacts to glasses and shaved off the mustache.
But when I think of him, I see this.
He wasn’t the man I thought I’d end up with, but he was the man I prayed for. A committed husband, devoted father, a best friend. A straight man for my jokes, a rock in times of heartache, a partner in faith who shared my passion for continuous learning.
He’s in New York tonight missing his family terribly. I can’t roll over and kiss him goodnight and he can’t kiss the little kids after we say prayers. Tonight, this picture will have to suffice.
And when he calls to tell me good night, I’ll close my eyes and think of this.