It's a well known fact that my man loves sports. And I mean all sports. He can talk all sports with anyone, from women's tennis and high school track, to NFL draft picks and baseball scandals. He knows trivia, players, rules, and refs. He knows all the rules to tennis, pickle ball, and badminton too. Once, I asked him to teach me about football, and (true story) the man pushed every scrap of furniture back, set up dining chairs, and showed me positions in a line of scrimmage. (There were several diagrams and plays written out for me to study as well.) He showed me how to tackle but I doubt I'll ever be able to take down a 200 lb man and really all I can remember is the part where he encouraged, "Be the hammer, not the nail babe!" Yeah. I'll get right on that.
Did you also know, (and I did not) that there is a proper technique to rear end smacking? You know that little thing guys do on the field? I never got that. I listened to my man and one of his friends explain the "rules" for proper butt smacking. They were totally serious. Here's what I took from that conversation; "Flat hand, (no cupping) quick smack, only on the field." After I finished laughing, I wondered if this was instinctual or something fathers pass down to their sons in some secret rule book.
I watch as my husband and kids practice things that don't make much sense to me.. things like zones, and screens and drills. I watch him teach my kids how to throw straight, how to step into the ball, and how to be the hammer. I love that he is teaching my daughter how to run like a track star and how to throw a spiral ball. I love that he's teaching my son to swing a bat and get low for the tackle.
The other night he was making a comment about my girly-ness and I was wondering if he'd have rather had some athletic wonder-woman-girl. He laughed and said that I was the girly-est of girls. And the following brief, two line conversation went like this:
Me: "And do you feel a little overwhelmed by it at time?"
Him: "Oohhhh... I find it amusing."
To this, I think... there is no response. Well other than just enjoying the ride. Which apparently he's already decided to do. And wishing him a happy birthday.
Mr. Husband, I meant to get this up yesterday, but I love you and hope this next year is your best yet. You bless me every day and I'm so proud of the man I've gotten the privilege of watching you become over the past 19 years. You've gone from cocky high school football captain, to steady, reliable man of integrity. You lean on God and because of that, I lean on you. I love you with my whole heart. I have, from the minute Mr. Wood moved me beside you in English class.