Confessions of a Slacker Husband

OK this is Dan here. If you read this blog, chances are you know us personally. If you know us personally, then you know how fantastic my wife is. I mean, really, she is pretty great. Best, most wonderful, loving and fun person I know.

So here is my confession - even though she is so fantastic, I didn't do something simple that she asked me to do, and I am feeling guilty about it. She asked me to write an entry on the blog for her birthday, but I didn't, and she ended up posting about her own birthday herself.

To prove how phenomenally wonderful she is, take a look at her birthday post. She compliments me and makes me seem like I am the best thing since sliced bread. Yeah, when she wrote that, she was actually sad and disappointed at me, and she still makes me look like the bomb.

That is the kind of quality woman I married. I love her. I can't even imagine what happiness would be like if it didn't involve her. For the past 8 years she has been my best friend, my confidant, my critic, my personal assistant, my motivational speaker, my lover, my shoulder to cry on, my cheering section, my inspiration, my comic relief, my shelter from the storm and my damsel in distress. She has helped me to become a better person, and helped me to stay grounded. She doesn't put up with my crap, and makes me feel like I don't need to try to impress her.

I love her deeply. She is amazing. I should treat her better. She asks so very little of me, and gives me so much. So I guess this is an attempt at penance. There is no way I could ever pay her back for all the joy she has given me. I can just hope to give her a little bit of joy in return.