I learned today that my blog is so uninteresting that even my husband doesn’t read it.
Despite all the pictures (which I thought would surely capture his interest) he just skims through it and only when I insist that he read it.
So he never sees how important he is.
Don’t get me wrong. My husband is a terrific person. He is kind, compassionate, funny, loving. He is not what one would call a literate person. He doesn’t understand the beauty of a literary passage, or the social implications of artistic expression. He is, instead, a simple person, a bodhisattva, content to simply “be” every day and savor the moment. He is a great spiritual lesson to me.
This man has taught me more about faith than anyone I have ever known. He is always (it seems) confident that all will be well. He is a believer in the goodness of the Universe, the inherent goodness of people as expressions of that Universe. He is always kind, never malicious, though sometimes thoughtless.
There are days when I perceive myself as more evolved or more mature than him. I am often frustrated at his inability to “get” me in an intellectual way. Our conversations are rarely deep or philosophical. But our interactions are always good—happy, loving, kind. So I end up wondering if I am too much an intellectual snob.
In spite of our differences, we have been together twenty years. I can always count on his honesty, his loyalty, his help. He doesn’t always know what to do or say, but if I tell him, he will do it. Do I wish he would make his own needs known? Yes. But that is not his style, not his nature.
Many people asked us if living in a small RV together wouldn’t be a strain on our relationship, but it is not. Because he is always open to new experiences and traveling with Rick is like watching a little kid discover the world. His sense of wonder and happiness is infectious, and he is the most patient person I have ever known. I am the tornado that rotates around him, and he stands steadfast in its wake. I am blessed to have found the perfect foil for me. The perfect patient loving man that is my husband—reading my blog or not.