Wednesday, April 9, 2008

The Love of My Life

Yesterday was Jared's birthday. I had planned to post this meme all about him and us, but between piano lessons, a funeral luncheon that I was in charge of, karate, car pool, and other mommy craziness, I didn't even look at blogs. He also got an MP3 player for his birthday, so when he was home, he was monopolizing the computer--and how could I say, "Would you stop doing what you want to do on your birthday so that I can pay homage to you on my blog that you don't read (very often)?" I couldn't. So I'm a day late. And since he won't read this for two weeks, that probably doesn't matter much.

  • How long have you been married? 10 1/2 years. Wow. Time flies.
  • How long did you date? We knew each other for over two years before we started dating. Once we admitted that we wanted to be more than friends, we only dated for about four months before we got engaged. We were engaged for four months, then married.
  • How old is he? 33. And he'll be quick to tell you that he is younger than I.:)
  • Who eats more sweets? I have a much bigger sweet tooth than he does. If he ever eats more sweets than I, it is usually because he is trying to "save me from them." But there is no contest who craves sweets more.
  • Who is taller? He is. Even when I wear my favorite 4 inch heels.
  • Who is smarter? He will tell you that I am, but I say that we are just a different kind of smart. He has such a clear understanding of scientific principles, the human body, and other things that are mostly gibberish to me. He has a gift for teaching complex ideas in a way that is understandable to others. It is something that makes him a good doctor--he can help his patients truly understand what is going on in their bodies and why chiropractic aids healing and health.
  • Who does the laundry? These days, I do most of it, although he will help me fold it if I ask. When we were newlyweds, I was the breadwinner and he was the full-time student and house-husband. He did all of our laundry. At the laundromat. And he got there on his bike. I would usually pick him up on my way home from work after he'd been there for a good chunk of the afternoon, and he'd have all of our laundry folded and clean, except for half of my stuff that was not supposed to be dried in the dryer. I'm high maintenance like that, but Jared is all about taking care of our things, so he was willing to accommodate my wishes when it came to caring for my clothes. Now almost everything goes into the dryer--because it's a lot of jeans and knit shirts!:) I don't miss my office job, but I do miss the clothes sometimes. And the lunches out with the girls in the office.
  • Who pays the bills? I do. Always.
  • Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you mean as opposed to the wrong side (where all the kids come in the middle of the night,) then Jared sleeps on the right side of the bed.
  • Who mows the lawn? Usually one of his patients that is trading services. But when there is no one else, he does it. He is pretty allergic to the grass and spends a lot of time sneezing after the fact.
  • Who makes dinner? It's generally my job, but he will take over when asked. He does all the barbecuing, which means most of the food we eat in the summer. He also makes the weekend breakfasts and whips up wonderful waffles, perfect pancakes, and outrageous omelets . And he makes certain holiday foods--in the photo he is making our New Year's Eve Monte Cristos. Some years he deep fries a turkey for Thanksgiving to supplement my roasted bird. And he loves to pull out the deep fryer once or twice a year and invite future heart attacks.
  • Who drives? He does. It pains him to have anyone else drive. We're both sure it's a control thing, but I've decided that I don't like driving well enough to battle it out. So he does, nearly always.
  • Who is more stubborn? I'm too stubborn to admit that it's me!
  • Who asked who out on the first date? That would be me. Although at the time, my intentions were not to get something started between us. Some girlfriends and I had purchased Les Miserables tickets at the beginning of the summer for the fall, when it was coming to SLC (I was in my last year at BYU.) We had each bought two tickets and planned to take dates. When the time came for me to invite someone, I was very conflicted. There was the boy that I had a mad crush on (but did I really want to betray my undying love?), the boy in my ward who was funny and well-dressed, but a big flirt (I knew that we'd have a great time but that would be the end of it,) and Jared. We had been good friends as missionaries and I remembered that he loved the music of Les Miserables and had never seen it. But I also knew that he would probably freak out a little bit (or a lot) at the prospect of going on a date with a former sister missionary. Did I really want to freak him out? I did kind of like him, but honestly didn't think we'd ever date, and I didn't know if he'd be too scared to be friends if I asked him out. Now that I look back on it, I deliberated this way too much, but it seemed like a major decision at the time. The night I decided to make my decision and ask someone, he and a friend dropped by my apartment (which was a bit out of the way, since he lived in Salt Lake) and I took it as a sign and asked him. He was definitely freaked out but he couldn't resist the prospect of seeing Les Mis. We had a good time, but he was also pretty tense through most of it. Oh well--it turned out well in the end, I guess.
  • Who said "I love you" first? No clue. If I remember correctly, we both said it for the first time in our Valentine's Day cards. But that could be wrong. I should consult my journal, but then I'll get trapped reading and never get this posted.
  • Who proposed? He did. But I knew it was coming. We had already picked out the ring and named the date. I guess it was a pretty mutual decision that he would propose. Isn't that how it often is? I guess some people (like this) are completely floored. But I knew it was coming and already had my answer ready.
  • Who has more siblings? I do, at least officially. I have six and he has three. But his parents helped raise several foster Native American kids, so if you count all of them . . . .
  • Who wears the pants? I think that we are equally yoked. He gives in a lot to my way but every once in a while he feels strongly about something, and we usually go with that. And he never wears skirts, just for the record!
Now that I finish up this meme, I realize that it's more about us as a couple than it is about him. So I want to add a couple of things that I adore about my husband.

  • His sense of humor. It is dry and smart and out of the ordinary.
  • His compassion. When he first opened his practice, it really bothered me that he treated so many people for little or no payment. After all, we had to eat and pay our mortgage. But he told me then that he had become a doctor in order to help people. And he has faith that if he does what he can to help those who need it, that the Lord will take care of us. I love that he feels that way now.
  • His baritone singing voice. I love sitting next to him in church (in those moments when we are actually both sitting in the chapel, rather than out with a fussy baby who is missing her naptime.)
  • His willingness to do things that he doesn't love because I love them. Like play games with his parents at least once a week. Or go to parties. Or go out to eat. Or scrub the shower (which he does because I hate it.) He still doesn't watch chick flicks, though. I guess I can't have everything.
  • His organizational skills. He regularly organizes and declutters our house. I know that it is important to him, but it also improves the quality of my life.
  • His love for the scriptures and his dedication to the gospel. Because I knew him first as a missionary, then as a friend, then as a boyfriend, etc. etc, I got a chance to see him before he was trying to impress me. I got to see what a hard worker he was, how obedient he was to the mission rules, what a good leader he was. This was very important to me in the man that I married. I am so grateful that we are on the same page in our willingness to serve in the kingdom of God. That is a huge blessing in my life.
  • His perpetual optimism. People who know us might not realize that although I am more cheerful and he more grumpy, he is the optimist and I, the more negative thinker. He always sees the best case scenario. He never believes that anyone is being dishonest with him or has any ulterior motive. I am much more skeptical and paranoid. So he balances me well and keeps me from hiding in my bedroom, sucking my thumb in the fetal position.
This may be a day too late for his birthday, but he never was one who got excited about his birthday anyway (not like me. Now that his birthday is over, it's time to start planning for mine, which is only 11 weeks away!)

I love you, honey, and I'm glad that you're mine.


Allison said...

Happy birthday Jared! His Monte Cristo sandwiches are delicious and sinful, and his barbeque is always perfect.

I just wish that he wasn't so good at all of those games that he doesn't like to play so that I could have a chance to win every once and a while. :)

Erika said...

Happy birthday :-) We need Jared to come down here and help tackle our garage.

Malia said...

How fun! Happy Birthday Jared! Hope you have a grand ol time!

Momma said...

What a wonderful testament to your love! Happy birthday, Jared!

Peace - D

An Ordinary Mom said...

Happy Birthday Jared!

Did you get married in the Los Angeles Temple? Those steps look so very familiar.

Anonymous said...

Now that one made me cry. May I also add that I knew long before either of you did, that you are a perfect match. You complement one another and make each other better for the partnership.

Love you both,
Myrna Mom

Cornfields, children and waterballet said...

And I will add to Myrna "MOM" that it only took me one time shopping with Jared for a pair of jeans in Park City--Outlet Mall--to want to scream and never go shopping again. Does one really have to try on hundreds of jeans to find the "perfect" fit? :)

I always look back at the time we got to spend in the same ward. You are newly marrieds and us as new parents.

I hope I never said anything too embarrassing!


PS--Jared--Happy Birthday and thanks for giving Colin and Christopher a love of science! Mr. Mad Scientist.

My Ice Cream Diary said...

Ok, after reading about your dad, and now your husband... you do understand that you are an extrememly lucky woman, right? Not many people get to know even one good man and you have had two in your life. And I'm sure your boys will turn into fine men too.

david mcmahon said...

Enjoyed your answer to the Stubborn question!

CrazyCath said...

That's a lovely tribute to your husband and to your marriage and relationship. What a great partnership you are!

Martin said...

Happy Birthday Jared.

scrap chair potato said...

Happy belated birthday, Jared. Although, I probably shouldn't wish him a happy birthday on your blog considering it is hard enough to get him to read the blog, I bet he never reads the comments!
It was really fun to read little bits and pieces about your relationship. :)

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Anonymous said...

I love that we had our first dates with our future husbands that night! I didn't remember your agonizing over who to ask, but I remember that it just about killed me to call Jeff and ask him to go to Les Mis with me. And it took longer for us to get together than you and Jared, but still... what a successful group date!


Mahina said...

that was fun to read! i always enjoy learning more about the people i feel so connected to through blogging. happy birthday!

mindyluwho said...

What a nice meme! My husband does all the driving too. He also can't stand for anyone else to drive!

Happy Birthday Jared!

Anonymous said...

This is too sweet!! I was on the verge of tears...only to get mocked by your oh-so-lovely husband as he looked over my shoulder...;)