My Husband

As the countdown to Thanksgiving begins, I've decided to combine this NaBloPoMo idea with a great idea I saw this morning on Facebook. Some folks over there are trying to post one thing they're thankful for each day between now and our favorite American holiday. I thought I'd try to blog about one thing I'm thankful for every day, and that way I can cover this daily post thing lickety-split, no problem. It might get a little more challenging as I go, but I honestly believe there is no way I can run out of things to be thankful for. So, without further ado, here's number one on my list:


Mr. Fasciotto! My favorite person on the planet. Thanks to our dear friends, Emily and Ben, we were set up in 2004 and haven't left each other's side since. I remember telling Emily way back when, "You know, he's the kind of guy that makes me NOT want to kiss anybody else!" And that was kind of a big deal for me. I was a "serial dater" and he was my rehab. The end of the line. The one and only. The "it doesn't get any better than this and I know it because I've seen it all." Maybe it was his French-ness, maybe it was his shy-ness, I'm positive it had something to do with his button-down shirt worn open over an old green t-shirt that got me. Whatever it was, it didn't take long for me to decide that I was done. Goodbye other boys, heelllloooo husband! Best choice I ever made.
During his birthday party this weekend, I had a "moment." I was watching him play pinball and everyone was crowded around - talking, laughing, drinking and partaking in the general merriment of a party. All night long I had been so grateful to everyone who came to see him on his special day, and I was honored that so many people came from out of town, but for one, tiny, brief spec of an instant, I thought, "This is more fun when we're by ourselves." We go to Game Works all the time, especially during Thanksgiving and Christmas break. We order a pitcher of beer, put a few dollars on the game card, and park it by the pinball machines so he can kick my butt at his favorite game. But I SOOO love spending that time with him. And I love playing pinball, even though I stink at it. I never thought of it as romantic bonding time, but while everyone else was watching, I thought, "Hey, this is our thing. This is what we do together and you guys have no idea how wonderful it is!" Then I snapped out of it and joined the party once again.
Now that there's a baby on the way, I'm really starting to appreciate the time we spend together, which is all the time. We can't get enough of each other and I know we're going to have no trouble sharing all that love with our kids, but I know we'll miss all the dinners out and last-minute "change of plans" activities that we like to do. I'll miss driving around town deciding what to do as we do it. I'll miss those quiet days at home where we both end up on the couch reading for hours and hours and hours. Not that we won't get to do those things anymore, but I know that our entire way of life will flip upside down once our little darling gets here. I can't wait until the kid's old enough to go to Game Works with us! I have visions of a wee tot standing on a chair to reach the pinball buttons with his (or her) dad hovering behind, watching and giving advice, celebrating every flashing light and ringing bell.
I married the pefect person for me and I'm so thankful!