happy tears

I'm crying a little.   Wanna know why?  Just now, literally, I mean seconds ago, Spencer said to me the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.  And he's said some pretty sweet things.  Do you wanna know?  You wanna know what he said that made me cry happy tears, right?

Well, back-story.  I have this friend.  She is awesome.  She is sassy and she is punk-rock-y and she is educated at a fancy school, but she is also kind and good and though life has thrown some punches as of late, she has remained faithful and a dedicated, unselfish mother.  So for a lot of reasons, I look up to her.

Plus she died her hair pink.  Mermaid pink.  It's gorgeous.  And if you know me, you know that I look at pictures of her hair and about die with covetousness.  I know it's a sin.  I'm working on it.

And then she got married.  With pink hair.  Did I tell you-- Awesome!

Just now I took another look at her hair and made some musing to Spencer about how I wish I had pink hair, and then asked (knowing the answer), "would you have married me with pink hair?"

Like a movie, we--without saying a word--had a joint flashback to our first (and one of our only) big fights.  It was when we had only been married a few months.  Spencer was about to start his first round of recruiting, one of many recruiting seasons in our lives to come, and was very nervous.  When I came home from my stylist's house with reddish-purple hair, he flipped.  He was afraid that our future was shot in the foot by my "I-hate-my-parents-they-don't-know-what-it's-like-to-be-me" look.  No jobs for the man married to a blink-182 groupie (disclaimer: I've always hated blink-182).  It was a bad weekend.

Back to present day.  Spencer answered my question: "Back then?  No.... But now?  Well, yes."



Cue super-cheesy Josh Groban song that I can't understand why I'm the only person who sees it's cheesiness...



wow.  I mean, wow.  Do I have to explain what that means to me?  That he "gets me".  That he knows that putting up with my silly antics and love for color(ful hair) and all my other "things"...he knows that's worth having me be by his side.  and that is a good way to be loved.

I kinda liked that.


Our second anniversary. Soon after this day he made one of those comments that still gets quoted in our home, "You look really good now that your white-trash streaks are growing out!" We've covered a lot of ground with my hair, you see.



You may now go throw up. 

but I will shed another happy tear.

(and when you have thoroughly swished and wiped your nose, go click on Nortorious's link over there because you know you want to see her pink hair.  She doesn't mind.  She likes readers, and is good to them.)



This picture is up on our wall right now.  some wonderful 9 and 10 year olds have been over helping me with the kids lately and one day I watched them giggle together about the inappropriate nature of this photo.  It was cute and the picture makes me feel like giggling, too.

 I would marry you with pink hair, too, spencer.  (he just responded, "I'd take any hair at this point.")