My Husband

Not many people can say that they married their hero.
I can.
My husband saved me in so many ways - more ways than you can really save someone.

When I first met him, I was living with my ex boyfriend. We were pregnant, broke, had jobs but they werent exactly top of the line jobs - anything that would bring in income type of jobs. I studied while pregnant. My ex partners mother was basically - a drug dealer. In a smaller form than those spaced out psychos, but she used to sell marijuana to my ex's friends for extra money. She used to gamble a lot and always had a beer in her hand.
She wasnt the type of person that I wanted to be around, let alone have my (unborn) child around.
My husband, gave me the courage to leave my ex, and gave me the will to be a powerful and successful single mother. Thats what I tried.. I left, I gave birth and I tried to be a single mum.
My mum was there the entire time and I am so grateful for what she has done for me, but if it hadnt have been for my husband giving me that emotional, and mental support, maybe I never would have left.

After I did leave, the guy that I had had a crush on for 3 years *finally* wanted to be with me - even after I had a child. My husband was still overseas and we still hadnt met so it would have been so easy to walk away from him and start what I had wanted for years. An instant reaction proved me wrong and I said no to my *crush*. I will never forget that day. Throwing all those years of wanting someone away to be with someone that I had never met. Its funny, because it never felt like a risk.. it just felt normal.

When my husband arrived here, I was so happy. His hugs made me feel warm and snuggly. He encouraged me to keep studying while I was being a stay at home mum, while he worked on the farm. He encouraged me to study throughout my 2nd pregnancy. He never pressured me to work but told me that I could, if I wanted to. I remember once telling him I should apply at McDonalds - the response "No wife of mine is working at a fast food place!" .. alright then - I wont be doing that.

He encouraged me to milk cows, and said that I'd enjoy it and share his passion for his job - how did he know that? I will never know how he knew, but I know he was right.
After 3 or so years together, we worked together - it was a challenge, but one that I would hate to change. We work together now, but its so much more than that.

There are so many parts to a marriage - so many parts to a relationship - a marriage is uniting 2 lives to live together, to share those special moments, to be there when things are tough.
I know that some dont believe in 'the one' - they obviously have never met their 'one'.

I dont know if there are 2 people on earth that 'get' each other, as we do.
I sure hope so.

My husband is a brilliant farmer - the best, in many peoples eyes. I'm under so much pressure to be 'the best wife' of the best farmer.. those are some big boots to fill. He says that I'm good at what I do and that he's so proud of where I've come, where we've come.
He does many jobs that I cant watch, things that make my heart sink, and make me want to vomit - one of those things, is having to humanely kill calves as nobody wants them, which is what we are meant to be doing a lot of.
Recently - we had the most gorgeous Jersey Bull arrive - absolutely gorgeous! Now, we are not allowed to keep the bulls, we are allowed the heifers, but not the bulls because 'they're not worth it'.. well this little bull IS worth it, and I begged and pleaded with my husband to let me give him a chance - let me give him life. He reluctantly agreed firmly telling our staff 'do NOT kill the calf as we want it' (notice I said 'we'?). Yesterday, he said to me "we're not going to make up the heifer numbers, so we'll just keep everything from now on" (if we're allowed to by the owner which I'm not too hopeful about by the way - which is a whole nother blog!) .. I couldnt believe it - after being married to this man for over 6 years and knowing every little thing about him, he just about floors me with this statement of letting me keep ALL calves. He is such a big man, with such a beautiful heart.

He loves me more than I thought any man could ever love his wife.. and I love him more than I thought I ever could.

I love so many things, that are just 'things'.. they mean nothing to anyone else, but everything to me.
The way that he has big jerseys, and lets me wear all of his clothes which are so droopy and comfy on me.
The way I get so grumpy and I NEVER get to stay that way as he makes me laugh.
The way that he always helps with the children.
The way that he will vacuum the floor, or cook dinner to give me a break.
The way he gets grumpy when I nudge or poke him because hes snoring too loudly.
The way he HATES feet but will ignore the feeling of vomit and still rub mine.
The way he gets along with EVERYONE.
The way he goes out of his way to help ANYONE and EVERYONE, with anything at all that he can help with.
The way he adores our family portraits and comments on how great we all look.
The way he encouraged our dog breeder to let me get the puppy that I wanted, not the one that was actually available.
The way that he doesnt kill the cat when he craps inside **damn cat**.
His big bear hugs.
His big smile when hes done something sweet.
The way that he is constantly bringing me 4 leafed clovers that he finds in paddocks.
The fact he has FANTASTIC taste in jewellery and that he DOESNT buy me a whole heap of it as he knows that I cant wear it in my job.
He supports me in everything I do. I'm so lucky.

People say that you dont know what you've got, until its gone. Well, I know what I've got and I dont want to lose it.
I'm so grateful for what I have. I'm only 24 and have found what others live their entire lives trying to find.