My Sexy Wife (sorry no pics)

I am up in Black Butte again with my family. I had to spend a few days back in Portland working. It is good to be back up here...absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that stuff you know.

I think of things all the time to write about, but when the time is available to write something all those great ideas have receded in the my mental tar pit. Once they go in there they seem doomed to stay forever. But what has been on my mind quite a bit lately is Bridget.

My wife is a very good person and wife. She is very nice to me especially. For example, she was up here with the boys pretty much solo (Ilene and her girls are up here too, but they have their own stuff) and then I arrived late Tuesday night and then early yesterday morning I am off mountain biking until about 3pm. She didn't begrudge me the time or complain. Sure she was tired when I arrived home and I did my best to relieve her despite my own aches and pains, but she was really great about the whole thing.

Once the boys were in bed and asleep we got to spend some time in the hot tub. She has borne us three children. One cesarean section and the last two through the regular exit. But dang, she look better than before we were married. She weighs less, she works out, basically she does it all. And she just seems generally happy--at least when she is not dealing with her duties as Primary President. She is sort of my Wonder Woman.

The day I was listening to a radio show, I think it was the Dan Patrick Show (a sports related program). I particularly like that show. This particular day they were a bit off topic. They were talking about cute versus sexy. They theorized that a woman would be rather called sexy than cute. Sexy is sort of a word that encompasses lots of things; confidence, intelligence, attractiveness and I think just a little bit something else that is hard to describe but when it is there you know it. Bridget is sexy. Hers sexiness sort of sneaks up on you. She doesn't flaunt her stuff--well not normally (but when she does...ehem, anyway). But cute...is just sort of for amateurs. Cute is for teenage girls. Not for women.

One of the best things about Bridget is that I know that she really loves me. There aren't any petty games. It is just all there in the open. Despite all of my shortcomings and over 9 years of marriage she is here at my side dragging me along to help me be a better person. And dang it I really love her, more than ever. Frankly, I can't imagine having things any better unless someone could figure out how we could spend just a little more time alone (bow-chicka-wow-woo). We appreciate our time together without kids much more so than before when we had only one or none. It is the whole supply and demand curve thing I suppose. Funny how economic principles can apply to relationships...but I digress.

Recently heard about a couple that are or were having some issues. It is very sad to say the least. Perhaps they took each other for granted. Not really sure, and it isn't really my business. As time has gone on I have increasingly realized how lucky I am. Sure we have a few hiccups here and there, but if only everyone could have a spouse like Bridget. Not exactly like her--because she is the puzzle piece that fits me--but someone that compliments and helps to bring out the best in you. Someone that makes you feel great.

Patrick is probably on the cusp of this. I hope so.

I don't have any advice on how to find the perfect person, except this--don't settle but don't expect perfection. Our relationship at first was not perfect. Things this good take time to mature and develop. She especially put a lot into this relationship and hopefully things are good from her perspective too. I mean I actually remember that her birthday is next week--that is pretty good for a husband I think. I may even be ahead of the curve in some respects.

I love you, Bridget.