Thursday, February 15, 2007

You don't complete me.

Right around the time that I was pregnant with my twins and my first husband walked out on me, a lot of movies came out that had really sappy love stories either as the primary theme or as a secondary theme to the movie. I remember that Titanic came out and everyone raved on forever and that Celine freaking Dion song played every time you turned on the radio and girls wanted to wear period costumes for their weddings and everyone realized that Leonardo DiCaprio was more than kid on Growing Pains who was brought in because the show totally jumped the shark. Another one I remember was the movie in which Cuba Gooding Jr. yelled, "SHOW ME THE MONEY!" a lot and Tom Cruise hadn't yet shown the entire world that he was a huge freak and he told the girl that was married to Kenny Chesney for five minutes that she completed him.

The first time I saw Top Gun utter those words to Bridget Jones? Yeah, I thought it was pretty cool.

Pretty soon though, I came to a nice realization.

I complete myself.
I don't need anyone to complete me.

The day I met Jason, I knew I would marry him.

I know that sounds crazy, but I honestly did. I knew that very night, December 14th, 1999, that someday, somehow, with God as my witness, I would be his wife.

Last year he told me that the night he met me, he knew he would marry me.

I worried a lot about the way I feel. I'm very independent because I had to be. A woman who can hold a bottle between two toes and juggle two infants and three jobs has be resourceful. I learned to take care of myself. I had my own job, I had my own money, I had my own house. I didn't NEED anyone.

But I wanted him. And that was okay too.

And then I realized while he doesn't complete me, he completes my family. The thing I had been looking for my entire life, the safe place to come home to.

Today is his birthday. He is thirty-one years old. This is the seventh birthday I have spent with him; the fourth as his wife.

He is my best friend. He is my lover. He is the father to my children. He is the daddy to my children (there is a difference). He is the completion of my family.

Happy birthday Jason. I love you.

14 comments:

Angie said...

Happy Birthday, Jason!

Gerbil said...

Awesome post. Awesome guy. Happy birthday, Jason.

Brown Eyed Girl said...

I told you it would come to you...

You are both very lucky to have found each other...

Happy Birthday to the 2nd most handsome bald man I know cuz if I said the first...I might end up sleeping on the couch tonight

:)

Alpha Dude 1.5 said...

Awesome.

Happy Birthday to Jason.

And a wonderful day to you, chick.

rookiemom said...

Wow.

I can't imagine caring for two infants all alone. I would go bonkers.

Go you.

Julie said...

AWWWWWW. What a sweet post. Happy birthday to Jason.

SJ said...

Happy Birthday Jason!

Kellie said...

Happy Birthday to Jason!! Awesome post...and you are AWESOME for being able to care for two infants, hold a bottle with your toes and have 3 jobs. The mere thought of it makes me want to hide in the corner.

Amy W said...

Happy Birthday Jason!

Dude, you can hold a bottle between your toes?

frannie said...

happy birthday to that dude over there!

Rachel said...

Great post! He sounds like a wonderful husband and daddy, and, you're right, there is a huge difference!

Britmum said...

What a fab tribute to your husband. He sounds like a very special man. I hope he has a very happy birthday.

Take care

Em said...

I love it...a great tribute to hubby. And I love your point of view...about him completing your family. Very, very nice.

Emma in Canada said...

A day late but happy birthday Jason!

I agree with you that there's a difference between a daddy and a father.