My sweet David

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Ten years ago today, I met my sweet husband David. We were at the Galileo open mic on an unseasonably warm Thursday in February. Despite the fact I had always said, “I’m not the kind of a girl that a boy would cross a room to meet,” he crossed the room to meet me. And the path of our lives were forever changed for the better. That would be the first in a lifetime of moments where he challenged what I believe about myself.

It’s hard to explain what it’s like to be loved by such an amazing man. I am confident that I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be the one he chose. Every day he reminds me how I deserve to be treated. There are many moments when I expect frustration from him and I’m met with kindness, patience, gentleness. He moves through our relationship with an uncanny tenderness. I often talk about how I’m learning to be kinder to myself. His love demonstrates this to me in the most extraordinarily ordinary ways, in daily mundane circumstances. David makes me want to be the best possible version of myself- not in a perfectionist way, but a lovely human way.

Rarely a show goes by that an audience member doesn’t comment about how David watches me when we’re on stage. People think I don’t know. But I do. That’s how he looks at me every day when I wake up in the morning and each night when we go to bed. And after ten years, I still light up when he walks in the room, too.

So today, I just want to honor him by letting the world know what kind of man he is. He is a man among men.

I look forward to all the decades to come for us to share. David Christopher Broyles, my sweet husband, I adore you and I love you. I am the luckiest.