The Husband

Oh, the husband. How we’ve grown and learned and molded each other over the last 6 years. I’m pretty sure we don’t have a typical relationship. But then again, what exactly is a typical relationship?

Anyway, I consider us unique. First of all, we are from two very different cultures. He is Korean. He was born in South Korea and moved here when he was 16 or 17 (forgive me – my brain is failing me at this time of night), but is still very much Korean at heart. I consider myself American, as I was born here in the U.S., though my mother is of European descent and my father is Chinese.

We had an arranged marriage. Oooooooh. What’s that like? Well, it actually doesn’t feel much different than a marriage that’s not arranged. We talk, we play, we fight, we love each other. We may have started out a little “unconventionally” according to our society, but we deal with the same emotions, challenges, breakthroughs, and joys as pretty much every other couple in the world. Our parents knew each other (as did we, but just barely) and we all attend the same church, so that’s where the ever mysterious adventure started.

If I could use only a handful of adjectives to describe my husband, I would say he is patient, forgiving, hard working, and kind. He works about 24 hours a day, pausing only for bathroom breaks and meals. He tries to spend as much family time as he can on weekends, which I appreciate more than I voice (sorry, babe!). He has responded with love and understanding in countless situations in which I felt all I deserved was anger and accusation. I feel like he’s exactly the type of person I need. I can say with certainty that in my 20 years of life, I had never before met any man (or any person for that matter) like him. Since then, he has helped me realize a lot of things about who I really am and who I really want to be. I can’t speak for him, but I’m pretty sure I’ve taught him a thing or two too 😉

The number one thing for which I’m thankful to him is our children. Rambunctious, bright 3 year old and cheerful, curious 1 year old. He’s the kind of guy that you can just tell was meant to be a father. It becomes him. It looks good (dare I say amazing?) on him. It brings out all the awesome qualities (okay, most. No one’s perfect.) I always hoped he’d possess. Now, if only we could once in a while slow everything down for 2 seconds to whisper sweet nothings to each other without little squirts pulling at our legs and tossing fresh laundry around the apartment… Guess you can’t have everything 😉


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