H-O-L-L-A! A Shout Out to my Hubby

I am increasingly amazed by the fact that my husband, Scott, fills each of his various roles with such aplomb, despite the fact that they are all increasingly wearing on his time and energy. Therefore, I have decided that he needs an entire posting dedicated to his awesomeness.

Husband:

As our 5th wedding anniversary rapidly approaches, Scott and I have had several opportunities to reminisce about the series of oddly-related circumstances that brought us together (which I will save for a later post). For the purposes of this blog, I want to expound on only one of those cirucumstances: that when Scott and I met he was a mere 8 months post-operative on his brain tumour. This is a fact that we have mutually agreed did not lend itself to the most physically-fit, nor physically attractive stage of Scott's lifetime - he was doughy, pasty, and what we refer to lovingly as a "cave fish" - bottom line, he was not healthy. I didn't really want anything to do with him, not because of the health issues, but because I knew that the wheedling biddies in our ward would attempt to "push" us together. Scott, with all of his cunning savvy did not wait for their "help" and caught me off-guard and unprepared with an excuse to avoid his first invitation to do something together. What I found out that first evening was that none of my posturing about being "sick of dating" or effusive sarcasm could put him off - he was nothing if not patient and gracious as he listened to me ramble on and on. I congratulated myself about getting through the date and planned my escape in to the house, but again, Scott caught me off-guard on the porch by asking me out for the next night. Drat! I had no ready excuse and so I found myself out to dinner with the 'boy next door', once again, talking and ruminating about hopeless and pathetic roommates. And so the pattern continued, I resolved to be 'done' with Scott, and he persisted in asking....soon I discovered that I genuinely liked spending time with my "cave fish". Scott proved himself to be gracious, entertaining, wickedly smart, able to talk about any subject, inquisitive, guileless, genuine, gentle, and he listened....I mean he really cared about what I said. I found myself intrigued, then drawn to his presence, and finally, GASP, in love. I am grateful to Scott for proving to me that love was not just for "other people".

Massage Therapist:

If you see what I see, you see a slab of fleshy-flesh....not something I would want to touch. If you see what Scott sees, you see a maze of muscles and ligaments tight with tension that yearn for the right pressure and touch so that they "melt" and the client is afforded some relief. I could not do what Scott does every day, and yet he brings people rest and relaxation. Rightly so, many of his clients have promised their "first born" if he will only run away with them and become their personal massage therapist (that's right, 'masseuse' is not an appropriate title - think Thailand, and you will know what I mean). Anyway, although tempted, he has not succumbed to any client's nefarious offers, for which I am grateful. Instead, he consistently brings relief to clients who have just lost a spouse, are recovering from a grave illness, or just need a break from life. No matter how smelly, talkative, or crazy they are, they are treated with respect; and that's why they keep coming back for more.

Student:

Many of you know that Scott recently returned to school, and after an arduous struggle to decide what he would study, Scott decided on respiratory therapy. Truth be told, Scott would love to study music, and in a different time and place, you would have seen Scott perform on the most heralded stages in the most prestigious performance halls around the world. But what distinguishes Scott even more than his amazing musical talents, is his willingness to sacrifice for his future family. After much discussion and consideration, Scott is pursuing a career that will still allow him to serve people in need, while earning our family more money, and providing him a more consistent schedule. Scott currently gets up every morning at 6:00 am and leaves our home by 7:00, afterwhich he commutes for an hour to PIMA where he attends class for 4 hours. He follows this class time with work, often not returning home until another hour-long commute at 9:00, and then he repeats the whole process again the next day. I love him for his sacrifice and his diligence.

Musician:

Scott and his best friend, Chris Chappel, formed a group back in high school named Mosaic - as part of this experience they released two compact discs and performed at various locales around home and in the Los Angeles area (I'm their number one fan - and I have the T-shirt to prove it). Recently Scott and Chris "are getting the band back together" and it will be the new, and improved version: Mosaic 2.0. However, they are renaming the group, and not Prince-style with the symbol, instead they will relaunch at the end of this month as "Killing Thursby". Not only has Scott impressed legions of fans with his amazing ability to "tickle the ivories" but his vocals, too, have blessed the lives of many people. I marvel at his gift to write moving and intriguing lyrics - all of the lyrics on their new album were written by Scott. I am overjoyed that Scott and Chris have rediscovered their muse and want to make sweet, sweet music again. They are an incomparable fusion of talent.

Bottom line - I'm grateful to share life's journey with my husband, Scott!