My husband is awesome.

I've written a little bit about him before, but after the last couple of days I've decided that my wonderful, amazing, sweet, fantastic husband deserves a post of his own.  He makes me laugh without trying, makes me happy on my worst days, and is so incredibly supportive of me in whatever I want to do.  He makes me feel like I can do anything.  I got absurdly lucky with him and I honestly have no idea how.

This is us from (almost) 3 years ago!  Time has flown.

Matt's been my biggest supporter and motivator through this experiment that I started a little over a year ago.  I've not always been successful, but he's always been there pushing me to keep going when I stop, or to do better when I feel like I'm doing the best that I can.  I love that he's taken this on as well, because having him as a workout partner makes me 100% better.  I was running yesterday and had 1 minute and 30 seconds left to go which doesn't seem like much but it is. I didn't see the 1 at the beginning and I was already feeling like I wasn't going to make it the 30 seconds that I thought I had left.  I looked at him and just said "Please tell me I can do this."  He kept encouraging me through the last minute and I'm 100% sure that he's the only reason I actually finished my run.  It doesn't seem like much, but I would have been kicking myself for not finishing that extra minute.  There's so much satisfaction in saying that you were able to finish a difficult workout and I wouldn't have finished mine without Matt's encouragement.

Beyond that, I just want to give him MAJOR kudos because he has lost almost 30 pounds (and gained a whole bunch of muscle) since November.  We've been stuck in a rut a bit here lately, but he has worked SO HARD to get to this point and I am so, so incredibly proud of everything he's done.  His progress makes me want to work harder and it just adds to our motivation.  

Part of the reason we have been stuck in a rut is because we have (or mostly he has) been dealing with a lot of stress from a lot of different sources.  Even so, after accidentally getting locked out of our house yesterday after he had already had a ridiculously stressful day at work, he ran to the store to pick up some groceries while I hurried home to let him in the house.  I got home and opened the door and he walked in and handed me these:

I just stared at him blankly for a second and said, "But you're the one having a terrible time.  Why do I get flowers?"  He told me (like it was the most obvious thing in the world), "You're the one who's helping me through it."  It was a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes about the kind of man he is - one who, as I've said a million times before, I am so, so lucky to have married. :)