The Hairy Butt Syndrome

I had been married a good two full years and we were expecting our second child. I was going through the disillusionment period all young marrieds (I think they all do at least) go through. My hubby (as wonderful as he was and is) didn't seem to do and say and be what I thought he should be. I was really the only one ever dissatisfied-I know that's pretty bad. Ungrateful. Stupid. I don't care how you label it.

It's been 36 years and I have a totally different perspective. At one point-after that two years it finally dawned on me that the day dreaming I'd been doing for the past year or so (what if I would have married John? Steve? Wayne? Keith? naw-forget Keith-he was Catholic and it NEVER would have worked. Jack? Naw-he was too much of a rake and a rambler); finally I realized that all I had to do was to imagine any one of those 'wonderful' men dealing with a messy diaper, me with my hair messed up when I first wake, morning breath, a meal not to their liking. Yeah-my Dove may have flunked that 'worry about the wife during a miscarriage' and the 'you expect me to change-touch-smell a dirty diaper?!' tests, but he has aced all the others.

I call this the hairy butt syndrome. If you remember that every guy has a hairy butt, no matter how 'wonderful' they look on the outside (socially, physically), it makes it easier to be looking for the things that matter. My guy has stuck with me through thin, thick, thin again, and thick again.

He says I'm beautiful when I get up and he means it. There are things two hearts can and do say to each other that means so much more than the help with the dishes or change the poopy please.

This song reminds me of how my hubby treats me and how he feels about me.

Brad Paisley, Then

I remember
Trying not to stare
the night that I first met you
You had me mesmerized
and three weeks later
in the front porch light
taking forty five minutes
to kiss good night
I hadn't told you yet
I thought I loved you then

(Chorus)
And now you're my whole life
now you're my whole world
I just can’t believe
the way I feel about you girl
Like the river meets the sea
stronger than it’s ever been
we've come so far since that day
and I thought I loved you then

I remember
Taking you back
To right where I first met you
you were so surprised
there were people around
but I didn't care
I got down on one knee
right there once again
I thought I loved you then

(Chorus)
But now your my whole life
now you're my whole world
I just can’t believe
the way I feel about you girl
Like the river meets the sea
stronger than it’s ever been
we've come so far since that day
and I thought I loved you then

(musical break)

I can just see you with a baby on the way
I can just see you when your hair is turning gray
what I can’t see
Is how I'm ever gonna love you more
but I've said that before

And now you're my whole life
now you're my whole world
I just can’t believe
the way I feel about you girl
You'll look back some day
at this moment that we're in
and I’ll look at you and say
and I thought I loved you then
and I thought I loved you then
ooooo
ooooo
ooooo
ooooo
ooooo
ooooo
ooooo

Now, after 36 years of marriage, 6 children, 12 grandchildren, and too many foster children, it's safe to say he's my best friend.

Don Williams, Your My Best Friend

You placed gold on my finger
You brought love like I've never known
You gave life to our children
And to me, a reason to go on.

Chorus:
You're my bread when I'm hungry
You're my shelter from troubled winds
You're my anchor in life's ocean
But most of all, you're my best friend

When I need hope and inspiration
You're always strong when I'm tired and weak
I could search this whole world over
You'd still be everything that I need.

You're my bread when I'm hungry
You're my shelter from troubled winds
You're my anchor in life's ocean
But most of all, you're my best friend

You're my bread when I'm hungry
You're my shelter from troubled winds
You're my anchor in life's ocean
But most of all, you're my best friend

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