Do you ever wonder why it is that you were born at the time that you were? I do. Could I have handled pioneer living? Don't think so. But the Middle Ages? Sounds kinda fun, as long as I could be a noble.
But I am glad that I was born in 1977. As a woman who values education, especially an education in the mathematical sciences, I wouldn't have had the same opportunities had I been born in, say, 1877. (Besides, statistics as a discipline wasn't even really invented yet. On the other hand, I guess I could have invented it...hmm...)
Being married has really given me another reason to be so grateful that I was born when I was. I think being married now is very different than being married 50 years ago. Chuck and I truly have a partnership, both in marriage and now in parenthood. Before Rhett came along, we did our own laundry, we kept the house clean, we collaborated on financial matters. Fifty years ago, I don't think that a husband would be expected to be so amenable to these things. But the more I talk to other wives, we are all having the same experience. And I am so glad for all of us!
Especially now that I am a mother do I appreciate this. Chuck not only supports my running habit, but understands that as soon as he gets home, Rhett is his responsibility until I get back. Even better, he doesn't view time time with Rhett as a responsibility; he enjoys spending time with his son. Even better than all of that, he doesn't mind starting dinner so that when I come back from running, dinner's waiting for me. I could go on and on about all the things that he does for me and now Rhett...but I won't.
I started this post thinking it would be a Father's Day tribute; everyone else was doing them. But really, since Rhett is still just little and blob-ish (although he's now a smiley blob), neither one of us feels very "parent-y." So it's just another note of complete adoration for my husband. I love that I can say that although he's not perfect, he's perfect for me.