The month of Adrian.

Adrian's birthday was a few days ago. I love when his birthday rolls around because it gives me an excuse to call everyone up and say, "Hey, let's celebrate Adrian!" because I don't think he is celebrated nearly enough.

Adrian has a heart of gold. He is certainly the kindest, most considerate person I know. And quietly kind. He never seeks anything in return and there never seems to be that inner battle of "I don't want to do this, but I should." If that thought occurs, he doesn't show it in his actions. He is the first to stand and offer his seat. When we have guests, which is often, he scans the room and anticipates needs. I have learned so much about hospitality from watching him.

A few nights ago, I told him that lately he's been stealing my blankets at night. I told him mostly joking with no real hope of change because who can change their half-asleep behaviors, right? Adrian can. The next night, at one point, I woke up to find his arm reaching across me to make sure that I still had enough blanket on the other side of me. Honestly, this guy half-asleep is more considerate than me fully-awake. 

In just a couple of months we will be celebrating four years of marriage, which I can't believe. It's been four years of waking up next to him, eating quiet dinners with him, adventuring with him and laughing with him. 

I know most everyone says this, but I'm fairly certain I am getting the better end of this deal.

So if you see him around, celebrate him, won't you? Tell him how much you appreciate his cooking and his bartending skills. Or ask him about the things he likes to talk about and watch him come to life as he tells you about Mexican politics and soccer and American rock from the 70s and 80s. Then give him a big hug. Because he's adorable. 

(I should note: This post was not approved by Adrian. I'm throwing caution to the wind and I'm 100% sure I'll soon receive a text that this post is super embarrassing. But it's the month of Adrian so it's happening anyways! Also, feel free to use the comments section as your space to share what you'd like to celebrate most about him!)

2 comments:

  1. Andrew and I basically steal the blankets from each other and then somehow in the night I manage to sum up super-human strength and kick him out of bed. I NEVER remember any of this (I am after all a perfect princess ;)) and he always has to get back into bed and tell me the story of how I kicked him out. Him being a whole 60 pounds more than me and a foot taller.


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  2. And he keeps showing up there, even knowing his fate?? Now that's love! :)

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