M.C.E.

Look at this guy. He's my MCE (Man Crush Everyday). And yeah, I totally just made that up, but deal with it. I’m so damn lucky that he’s mine, and sometimes I still don’t even know how that happened. He chose me, a girl who, for however many good points, is also impulsive, and snarky, and emotional, and mouthy, and who has a wild side that I know sometimes scares the hell out of him. Me, who tries every day to be the wife he deserves, but I know I’m no where near perfect. And yet, he accepts me. He doesn’t challenge me and he has never asked me to change. He married the military long before he married me and we had children, and yet, he has made room for all of us alongside his prestigious career. He strikes a balance that I know I wouldn’t be capable of.

I admire my husband. I’m grateful for him. And while it’s clear I’ll always love him, it’s important to note that I really like him, too. He makes me laugh. Sometimes that laughter is loud and maniacal and nonsensical, but he laughs right along with me. Sometimes I keep him up until all hours of the night laughing and telling stories and perseverating over things beyond my control, but he's yet to 'shut me down' before I'm ready. Talk about a long-life battery. The Energizer Bunny's got nothing on me, because I'll keep going, and going, and going... But praise God, so will he.

He supports my dreams and encourages me to pursue them. He teaches our kids so many cool things and treats them as equals despite their gender difference. He remains rational and steady even when I’m not. Oh, how I could go on and on, but if you know us, you understand. We’re total opposites who somehow make it work. Two crazy souls who found each other half a lifetime ago on the basement dance floor at a frat party and never, ever let each other go. He’s my person, and a ridiculously handsome person at that.