A very important person.
March 20, 2009

Only twice have I ever been asked who the most important person in my life might be.

The first time it happened, I was fifteen years old and it took me a very long time to decide, something I blame entirely on the fact that the adolescent brain moves at roughly the speed of cold molasses.  Or at least mine did.  Unless I saw a very cute boy, at which point my brain moved - and this is a conservative estimate - quicker than a jackrabbit on a date.  Heh.  In the end, after much consideration over whether or not my BFF FOREVER AND EVER AMEN was the right choice or not, I finally decided on someone else.  I picked the woman who brought me screaming into this world and then, by some miraculous genius, managed to tolerate me and potty-train me and rear me into a (*cough* completely illogical *cough*) semi-decent human being.  And so she was.

Yesterday, the question was popped again.  Who is the most important person in my life?

The answer came to me without hesitation (a notable improvement from last time) (unfortunately, nobody is testing me on quadratic equations these days).  But the question stuck with me for the rest of the day, tossed and turned and jostled about in my head.  It’s just, well, it was so…OBVIOUS.  I was so…CONFIDENT.  Where was this self-assured decision-maker when I had to ask a boy to Prom?  Huh?  THAT girl, the girl who asked a boy to Prom, spent MONTHS agonizing over whether or not said boy was the RIGHT boy and had kissable lips.

So my answer was Donald.  Sweet, pragmatic, geeky, lovable, attentive, masculine, (he made me include that), funny Donald.

One of my first memories of Donald happened in a kitchen.  We were guests in a small cottage, and the kitchen was a narrow yellow place.  We could hardly fit both of us in there at the same time.  There was a large window with wood shutters and Donald had a glass in his hand.  I was washing the dishes.  We had a routine wherein he made breakfast and I washed the dishes and he opened the shutters and I took pictures.  “Please be careful,“ I reminded him, “not to place the glass on the windowsill when you open the shutters.“  He said he would, but he forgot, and when he opened the shutters he shattered the glass.  When we saw our host later that day (on our way to the store for replacements), he apologized profusely.  Then he put his arm around me and kissed my cheek and said he was very sorry to be such a buffoon of a boyfriend.  And I thought WOW, this is it, I am going to marry a self-described buffoon.


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And so I have.

Who is the most important person in your life?


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  1. By Sylvie on March 20, 2009

    My husband is my BFF and my confidante. He can be a buffoon, he can be absolutely illogical and completely forgetful. And, I don’t understand how he cannot switch off a light as he’s leaving a room or forget to turn the second lock on the door right after turning the first one. But, I love him and trust him and want to bicker with him when I am 80 years old.

  2. By Heidi on March 20, 2009

    “We had a routine wherein he made breakfast and I washed the dishes and he opened the shutters and I took pictures.“

    I love the rhythm and imagery in this sentence.

  3. By Tabitha (From Single to Married) on March 20, 2009

    such a sweet post.  btw - that sounds a lot like our kitchen.  Minus the shutters.

    definitely my husband - I tell him everything and anything and he loves me in spite of (or for) it.  amazing!

  4. By Clare on March 20, 2009

    My to-be-husband was my BFF for 12 years before it occured to us to date—well, technically we skipped the dating and jumped to friends with benefits and then engaged.  Anyways, here is my point: 1- well done. 2- well written. 3- you are so LUCKY that he will let you take pictures (Seba won’t let me take pics of him)

  5. By erin on March 20, 2009

    Definitely my DH.  He drives me up a wall the way he can remember every baseball stat from here to the moon but cannot figure out for the life of him how a tie pin works.  He takes care of me and makes me laugh and is a wonderful provider and companion.  Sexy and goofy and capable (for the most part :) ) is an irresistable combination and my DH certainly has it.  I could go on forever.

  6. By Stephanie on March 20, 2009

    Definitely my sweeeeeeeeeeeet husband. Definitely. He’s my absolute best friend.

    P.S.-We both saw the photo of your husband, and I swear, our child could end up looking an awful lot like him if it’s a boy. CUHRAZY.

  7. By the domestic fringe on March 20, 2009

    This was such a great post!

    FringeMan is my answer.

    I read a few more of your posts and your pregnancy photos are amazing.  Great memories you’re making.
    -FringeGirl

  8. By Tara on March 20, 2009

    My 3 month old daughter is definitly the most important person in my life.  I would never have imagined the impact she has had on me.  I am a better person for brining her into the world.

  9. By aimee on March 20, 2009

    Lovely, lovely post. One your baby will love to read when he/she is older. Definitely my husband, too. As much as our children become the center of our universe in many ways, I think that it is also wonderful for them to know that their parents are #1 to each other.

  10. By Courtney on March 20, 2009

    such a beautiful post. 

    my bub is the most important person in my life.  he is my best friend and my biggest fan (and I am his…).  we both cherish LL and vowed to love him and protect him and I so agree with aimee that its so important that children see that friendship and true love that’s b/w their parents.  because its my prayer one day LL will be answering a similar question with the words “my wife”...

  11. By Allison on March 21, 2009

    Aw, that is so sweet!

    I would say Zach and Alex are tied at #1. Is that okay? There is no way I could ever imagine living without them.

  12. By Spruce Hill on March 22, 2009

    My hubby. Could not have made it through chemo and surgeries without him last year. He did everything for me and our three girls without a second thought :)

    http://sprucehill.typepad.com/

  13. By Spruce Hill on March 22, 2009

    My hubby. Could not have made it through chemo and surgeries without him last year. He did everything for me and our three girls without a second thought :)

  14. By violetismycolor on March 22, 2009

    My family (hubby and 3 kids) are the most important people in my life.  I can’t separate them and tell which one is the most important to me.  I just know, if I lost any of them, I would be lost.

  15. By Napmom on March 26, 2009

    I agree with violetismycolor - it is hard to pick one over the other (husband or kids).  But, my husband has been my friend since before he was someone I dated and that friendship means more to me than I can say.

  16. By on March 28, 2009

    Is that picture from the wedding? It came out really good.  By the way, this entry is lovely.


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