Herein I discuss the true source of my love of hockey: my husband. (This post is mostly about my husband and very little about hockey itself, so you can stop reading it you're only here for hockey- I won't be offended.)
The whole idea for this blog was actually prompted by another blog that my friend sent me this morning. It's an adorable story about the Ultimate Accessory- a loving partner. In the blog, the author opens up her creatively wrapped birthday present and finds a gorgeous bracelet. The author writes:
So yes, it was a magnificent surprise and I sit here looking at this gorgeous bracelet I will have forever on my wrist and am delighted. But what I am more delighted about is having [husband's name]. I don’t tell him nor show him enough that I am so lucky to have him and my partner is this crazy life. We’ve been through a tough year together, many things I have not and will not share here, in which I was not an easy person to be with, never mind love. Marriage is hard enough with two sane people, never mind with a crazy person. As someone who struggles with anxiety and depression I can be downright miserable to be around, especially to those I am closest too. But no matter how down and out I’ve been, he has been there and never waivered. And not just in a “love ya babe” way but in a deeper, wonderfully supportive and truly uplifting way. I could be a tear stained mess with four day unwashed hair and coffee stained sweats and he will tell me I am the most beautiful thing in the world...And while this bracelet is lovely, the man who gave it to me is even lovelier. Having a truly wonderful person to hold your hand IS the ultimate accessory.And that is what I am most grateful for.
This really struck close to home because my husband and I have not had an easy year either. In fact, I think (and hope) that our second year of marriage will go down in history as the toughest year in an otherwise long and fruitful relationship. For example, our year started off when we "celebrated" our 1 year anniversary in my parents' kitchen, gingerly eating the top part of our still semi-frozen cake, while I fought back tears because my mother was about to have surgery for cancer and my father had taken a nosedive straight into severe dementia. I am not sure that I will ever recover from that month. So I particularly appreciate - and relate to - the above author's candid discussion of how marriage is really fucking difficult. And, like the author in the above post, I too have been difficult to love.
And yet - like the author in the above post - my husband persistently loved me anyway. The perfect example of this was my 30th birthday present, a 10-game flex pack of tickets to the upcoming LA Kings season. He got all of my closest friends and family together to go in on the gift, and then he created little cards and wrapped it and...well, you'll see. Below is the video that he recorded to send to all the people who helped out. As you can see, I am overwhelmed before I even get to the tickets.
This is what he does. He shares the things he loves in life with me. And he loves me, no matter what. And he does amazing things like get 18 other people to coordinate the perfect gift for me.
There is really, truly something to be said for being with someone who takes the time and energy to convey how important you are to them. It seems like such a basic thing, but - like the author of the above post - I forget to do it all the time. Instead I give my best to the people who don't deserve it- the acquaintances, the distant co-workers.
So, thank you Husband. You are the source of so much in my life- warm food every night, good company, a clean house (I love it when you are on hiatus from work!). And you are the source of the second greatest gift you ever gave me- my love of hockey. It has truly changed my life and I will always, always think of you whenever I think of hockey (which, by the way, is all the time). But especially thank you for the first greatest gift you ever gave me - being a truly wonderful partner.