Mister

Mr is very very very introverted. He does not like social media. I agree. I hate it and love it all at once.  He has repeatedly told me, "I don't want to be part of your social media fodder."

I understand. He doesn't like compliments. He doesn't love to be told he is doing something well without making a dig onto himself afterwords.  He is the greatest man I've ever known. His love is SO big it hurts.  

I love him more today than the day I married him. I enjoy the roller coaster. OUR roller coaster. I've been a fuck up and hard to deal with at times. He tells me so.  He does so in a way that doesn't put me down, because usually when I'm doing it I'm hurting inside anyway. He does it in a way to pull me through it. 

Yesterday we were walking through a store. As usually the kids were swarming around him like flies on horses. They were running in front of him, bouncing off of him, and practically tripping him.  All of this in giggly hysterics as they were just having fun with their Dad. . . Their Father. . . their Male Role Model. . . their Mom's Husband. 

A woman stopped and smiled and said,  "I like him He has fun with his kids."  I said, "I like him, too." She said, "You keep him, girl. You better keep him."  

I do believe I will Mr., I do believe I will.