RIP Sunglasses

Awhile back, Matt's sunglasses broke.  They were cheap and had a long run. It wouldn't have been a big deal, but summer was just beginning.  Lucky for him, his birthday was right around the corner.  I bought him a sturdier pair, a little more on the spendy side.  Happy birthday!

A mere couple months later they disappeared. Gone. Nowhere to be found.

I hate losing things. Absolutely hate it. And I was so upset that he had lost this new pair of sunglasses that I had picked out for him.  I nagged and nagged about how he needed to find those sunglasses pronto.  The poor guy couldn't even mention the sun being in his eyes without me jumping down his throat for losing those glasses.  I wouldn't let him get a new pair because "You'll just lose those too!"

Yesterday.  We were giving our apartment an overdo cleaning, de-junking, and reorganizing.  I picked up a purse that I hadn't used in several months and emptied out the contents.  Unfortunately Matt was in the room and I couldn't hide my loud gasp.  He fell into a fit of laughter as he saw me pull HIS sunglasses from MY purse.  I don't know how or when they got there.  I just stood there with a look of bewilderment on my face as I remembered how awful I had been to him.  I had them the whole time!

I walked over to him and hugged him and apologized over and over again.  Lucky for me, he was still laughing.

The very next day.  Today.  I was chopping an onion for dinner.  I must be hypersensitive to onions or something because I am always instantly blinded.  Matt walked past the kitchen and saw my squinting mascara-covered sniffling face.  He came back with a tissue and what else?  His sunglasses (I love this man). They helped a little and I finished chopping the onion. 

As I went to take them off, they got tangled and stuck in my hair.  I must have been a bit too aggressive with them.  Another gasp.

Matt was still in the room with me.  I am so glad this guy has a sense of humor.  This time he hugged me and threw the broken sunglasses in the garbage.  Still laughing.

Sorry Matt.  Guess what you're getting for Valentine's Day?

Matthew

*WARNING* 

You could say my husband and I are still in that "honeymooning" stage.  I am about to brag about him A LOT.  And get a little on the mushy side.

As our baby's arrival inches closer and closer, I've thought a lot about how this new addition will change mine and my husband's relationship. Of course I am hopeful she will only bring us closer.  But I can't help but be a little nervous about this big change.

There are often moments when we spend time together doing the simplest of things that I just pause and think to myself "I am SO happy! Can this moment please just last forever?" Just give me a moment to express how wonderful Matt is:  

Matt is happy.  If I could only use one word to describe him, that would be it. Easy.  Not in a sickeningly optimistic sort of way.  Just a happy-to-be-here sort of way.  And it's contagious.  Which is good for my ever realistic (*cough* negative *cough*) attitude.

Matt makes me laugh.  It is REALLY hard to stay mad at this guy.  Boy does he know how to work those blue puppy eyes and dimples.  He loves to get people laughing and is always working on his comedic timing.  He has me smiling and giggling all the time.

Matt constantly strives to improve his life.  He is a goal-setter.  It is because of his enthusiasm that we have Family Home Evening once a week, read scriptures and say prayers together in the morning, and put together a meal plan at the beginning of each month, among other things.  He is one motivated man, and I do my best to keep up.

Matt is a really good kisser.  'nuff said.

Matt doesn't take life too seriously.  We're college kids.  Life isn't exactly stress-free.  Money is tight.  But Matt knows how and when to take a break and have a little fun - whether it be treating ourselves with doughnuts on a Saturday morning or putting homework aside for a moment to play a card game with his attention-yearning wife.

I could go on forever.  I love that I get to walk/run/skip/jump through this life, hand-in-hand with this man.

I love you Matthew. You are going to be one fun daddy.  To infinity, and beyond!