Mr. Hixson

My family and some of my friends, if they see this, will most likely leave comments like "Barf" and "vomit" and "Get a room." That said, I will say what I want to say.

Our first year of marriage (a little more than a year now, actually) has been both incredibly easy and difficult.

We are not two peas in a pod. Personality wise, we have remarkably little in common. I'm extroverted to the 9 millionth degree. I don't even like to be by myself in our house for 6 hours, it makes me feel badly. Everyone close to me and most casual acquaintances know my business. I can't keep it inside, even though I know, in some situations, I should. I talk to my sister Abby and my mom every single day. I talk to my sister Emily and my Dad at least a couple times a week. My best friend Louise's life-partner Jon refers me me as her "lover" because we talk so much and so often.

Tim's different. His battery is recharged by being by himself, while mine is recharged from other people. (this is his analogy.) He's private, and I don't doubt that sometimes it's hard to be married to someone who tells EVERYBODY her personal business, which, most of the time, is Tim's personal business too. He's an incredibly private person. He's also incredibly kind, extraordinarily generous, and self-less in a way that brings new definition to the word.

I know it's corny and gag-alicious, but for me, it has to be said: I was drowning and he saved me. He made it apparent that my purpose on this earth as not for other people to measure their accomplishments against me: At least I'm more together than Jane, at least I'm not an emotional wreck like Jane. Tim makes in evident that God isn't done with me.

It's hard that we don't have baby, and that we might not for some time still. We don't know what's wrong, and our hope is that there's really nothing wrong, we just haven't gotten it right yet. We haven't gotten "lucky" yet. But I already have, I know. He snuggles me when I sob about TV shows. He loves my heart, no matter how much I wear it on my sleeve, and force him, through that, to wear his heart the same way. He's a blessing, he's a gentleman. He's an amazing husband and is going to be be an amazing father.

Barf. Vomit. Get a room. I love you.