Have I mentioned?

I love my husband.  A whole lot.  Sometimes I think people don't know how deeply I adore Brent because so much of our relationship is based on bickering, bantering, sparring and just plain arguing.  Friends are constantly trying to officiate our fights, mostly because I think that they are disconcerted by the tension between us.  But that is the basis of our relationship, and really it is what makes us tick. 

Anyway, regardless of our methods of showing our connection to each other, I am absolutely enchanted by Brent.  And I don't tell him or show him very often.  He has always been an unbelievable partner and husband, but lately he has really came to play.  

As I am sure you are aware by the overall tone of this blog, I haven't exactly been in the best mood lately.  And frankly, I am a bitch even on my best, non pregnant, non swollen, non itchy days.  And Brent has been completely unfazed.  In fact, more than unfazed, he has been unbelievably sympathetic.  This week, as I was in my usual habit of looking for something to criticize, I started in on Brent about how he doesn't seem excited about the babies coming and I wanted to know what he was thinking.  I asked him what he was most looking forward to when the babies are born, fully expecting that he would say "seeing what they look like" or "picking their names."  Instead he said, "seeing the end of how uncomfortable you are.  I just don't want you to be miserable anymore."  How sweet and tender is that?  And this from a guy who has no qualms about using the "C" word to describe a yucky girl. 

Brent has also been so patient.  Every night I unleash a litany of complaints about how tired, uncomfortable, itchy, hot, stuffy or generally miserable I am.  And Brent responds the same way, with the same ardent concern in his eyes.  "Baby, what can I do?  How can I help?"  Every night, he gets me a glass of ice water, walks the dogs, and generally takes care of every silly request I make, without even the slightest bit of irritation.  

And let's add the rest of Brent's stresses to the equation.  Not only are we having twins this fall, but we are also opening our airport location of King David, getting our catering and event business off the ground (as we speak, Brent is working a festival until 2 a.m.),  trying to make the mortgages on two houses (anyone want a house in Shelbourne Greene...we have one for sale!), training a six month old German Shepherd, planning his brother's bachelor party, running three fantasy football leagues, and doing my "honey do" list during every spare minute (which includes such glorious jobs as cleaning out the garage, picking up the doggie do in the yard, helping with my laundry, emptying the dishwasher, going with me to Babies R Us and, well, you get the picture).  Not to mention the fact that Brent is always an amazing son, grandson, and friend to all the people he loves.  Somehow he finds the time to visit his grandmother and great aunt in the nursing home, call any friend who may be sick or troubled, and just stay on top of everything.  I don't know how he does it.  But I love him more than words can say for being such a responsible, caring, hard working man.  

And have I mentioned that beyond him just keeping his shit together, he makes me laugh? I am not sure he knows that I have more fun with him, just sitting at home on the couch, than doing anything else.  I don't think I have told anyone that when Brent's eyes twinkle with joy or mischief, my heart melts.  I realized that we have been married 2 and 1/2 years and I love him more now than I ever thought possible, even on my wedding day, when I was bursting with unbridled adoration.  

I am so lucky.  Now you all know.  I hope he does.