ALERT! ALERT! Sappy, lovey-dovey, my-husband-is-awesome post coming your way!

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So, in this December writing challenge, which one of my favorite people in the whole world, Madi, over at And So I Did, is participating in to, this is the post that will be the sappy post.

This prompt requires a great deal of interpretation. I actually wrote about a page worth of words about my best friends before I realized that the “best friends” post came on day 12. So, in good form, I looked up the word “closest” on dictionary.com and found that there are a couple of ways you can define the word “closest.” It can mean “to be closed,” but I’m not sure that that definition works for this post. I think the two definitions that lend themselves to this post are “to come together; unite” and “marked by similarity in degree, action, feeling, etc.”

When I think about whom I am closest to, I have to take into account who knows me best. Those who know me, especially those who know me well, know that it takes me a while to share a lot of details about who I am as a person. I do a lot more listening than I do talking and a lot more learning than I do teaching (which is a bit ironic because I am a teacher). I think the person that I am closes to, the person who knows me bets is also the person who truly sees me, all my flaws and all of my imperfections.

When I started college, I had no intention of getting married, ever, much less before I was thirty. It just wasn’t the right time for me. Marriage meant being stuck and losing freedom. In all of my eighteen year old knowledge and wisdom, I could not have been more wrong. Three years later, just one month into my twenty-first year, Nathan and I got married and it was the best, seriously, decision I ever made.

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Not only is Nathan my best friends and confidante, he is one of my role models. He is thoughtful and generous, but he also doesn’t tolerate stupidity. He isn’t going to stroke your ego to make you feel better about yourself. He is definitely part of Ravenclaw because his wit is sharp and often used.

About two weeks into knowing Nathan, when he probably wouldn’t have even labeled me as a friend, I told my closest friends that he was the person I was going to marry. They thought I was crazy, I thought I was crazy, and life went on. I think that it all boiled down to the conversations we were able to have. One night at Starbucks, where he got a frappuccino and mixed in all the whipped cream -weirdo- we talked about philosophy, and Harry Potter, and religion, and college, and life experience. To me, that conversation was one of those compass moments for our story.

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About a week ago, we had date night and tried a new restaurant. We went to Mong Dynasty in Fayetteville, a cash or check only establishment, so you know it was tasty. We were there for over an hour, not because our food took forever, but because we were talking, mostly about politics and free will and how if choice is removed then so is free will.

Nathan is the person that I am closest to, not because we’re married or because he’s my best friend. We’re closest because with him I get to see life from a different set of eyes. I get to live life being a little bit more understanding and caring. I have someone who will call be out when I’m wrong, even if he knows I don’t want to hear it and let’s face it- I never want to hear it.

So, who are you closest to?

ALERT! ALERT! Sappy, lovey-dovey, my-husband-is-awesome post coming your way!

Me Button.png

So, in this December writing challenge, which one of my favorite people in the whole world, Madi, over at And So I Did, is participating in to, this is the post that will be the sappy post.

This prompt requires a great deal of interpretation. I actually wrote about a page worth of words about my best friends before I realized that the “best friends” post came on day 12. So, in good form, I looked up the word “closest” on dictionary.com and found that there are a couple of ways you can define the word “closest.” It can mean “to be closed,” but I’m not sure that that definition works for this post. I think the two definitions that lend themselves to this post are “to come together; unite” and “marked by similarity in degree, action, feeling, etc.”

When I think about whom I am closest to, I have to take into account who knows me best. Those who know me, especially those who know me well, know that it takes me a while to share a lot of details about who I am as a person. I do a lot more listening than I do talking and a lot more learning than I do teaching (which is a bit ironic because I am a teacher). I think the person that I am closes to, the person who knows me bets is also the person who truly sees me, all my flaws and all of my imperfections.

When I started college, I had no intention of getting married, ever, much less before I was thirty. It just wasn’t the right time for me. Marriage meant being stuck and losing freedom. In all of my eighteen year old knowledge and wisdom, I could not have been more wrong. Three years later, just one month into my twenty-first year, Nathan and I got married and it was the best, seriously, decision I ever made.

B99D0F28-B074-4E12-A315-FEEDBFC0AA3D.jpg

Not only is Nathan my best friends and confidante, he is one of my role models. He is thoughtful and generous, but he also doesn’t tolerate stupidity. He isn’t going to stroke your ego to make you feel better about yourself. He is definitely part of Ravenclaw because his wit is sharp and often used.

About two weeks into knowing Nathan, when he probably wouldn’t have even labeled me as a friend, I told my closest friends that he was the person I was going to marry. They thought I was crazy, I thought I was crazy, and life went on. I think that it all boiled down to the conversations we were able to have. One night at Starbucks, where he got a frappuccino and mixed in all the whipped cream -weirdo- we talked about philosophy, and Harry Potter, and religion, and college, and life experience. To me, that conversation was one of those compass moments for our story.

591E6222-3EB9-479C-9077-22BD7587D871.jpg

About a week ago, we had date night and tried a new restaurant. We went to Mong Dynasty in Fayetteville, a cash or check only establishment, so you know it was tasty. We were there for over an hour, not because our food took forever, but because we were talking, mostly about politics and free will and how if choice is removed then so is free will.

Nathan is the person that I am closest to, not because we’re married or because he’s my best friend. We’re closest because with him I get to see life from a different set of eyes. I get to live life being a little bit more understanding and caring. I have someone who will call be out when I’m wrong, even if he knows I don’t want to hear it and let’s face it- I never want to hear it.

So, who are you closest to?

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