Ode to Ron

Lots of times I write about all kinds of things, mostly the kids, and Ron hardly gets a mention other than here or there. Today I thought I’d write all about him. Oh sure, some of you already know how great he is, and short of him actually writing here (which he doesn’t have time for) there’s no other way for those out there in internet-land to know what a wonderful person I married.

When I first met Ron, one of the many things that struck me was that he was so sure of himself. Not in a cocky manner, but having the sureness of himself and his decisions and life in general that this quiet dignity followed him like a wave. So sure of everything. A certain confident strength surrounds him like a light, even when he is not speaking.

His beautiful mind is working on all pistons at once, seemingly without effort. With a quick wit, a warm smile, and a soft deep voice, anyone talking to him feels as if they are the most interesting person on earth. This is how he makes me feel most of the time.

I can’t even begin to start explaining how full of genius he is.

Ron has always worked hard to be the very best at what he does. At anything he does. Not in a competitive manner, but the very best that he can do for himself. Or for me and the kids. There is no try with Ron, he just does.

I sometimes joke that Ron was born in the wrong time. He has an unerring sense of justice, of morality, of duty, lovingkindness, and of character and respectability. He often says that some people don’t like him, usually co-workers, but they at least respect him. I think this is more important to him than false friendship. When something bothers him, it does so for a long time. He remembers things, both good and bad, for years. He knows pretty much exactly what I said to him in the last few months and longer. I can’t remember anything I said last week.

One day I tried to list his “faults” and could only come up with less than a handful in ten long minutes. Listing his good qualities took way longer and involved me taking off my socks because I ran out of fingers. Did I mention he is more articulate than me? I?

His patience is unequalled and unrivalled, especially when it comes to dealing with his kids… and myself. He treats me as if I were the most important person in the world, as if I were the only one who mattered. He holds my heart tenderly in his hands, protecting it at all times.

His consideration knows no bounds, as seen by his often buying me flowers just because the old batch has died. Or just because. Because he loves me and wants to show it in many ways.

He can convey to me a world of meaning in just one glance. His love is so steadfast and true, I often take it for granted. I am like a kite in the air, and he holds the string. When I crash to the ground, he reels me in and fixes me up.

He is the kid of guy who picks up hitchhikers in the rain, and stops to help stranded motorists. He hold open doors too. the money he makes is our money, not just his.

Oh, I can’t even put into words how special he is, how it is such a joy just to know I am not only his wife, but his best friend ever. All the things he does for me on a daily basis I can’t even begin to list. I’ll have to resort to lamely leaving you with a list of adjectives.

Witty, dignified, respectful, loyal, kind, fair, just, loving, special, mature, wise, mathematician, logical, tender, sexy, truthful, spontaneous, fatherly, funny, handsome, rugged, strong, articulate, handy, creative, stylish, helpful, unselfish, inspiring, patient, thoughtful, considerate, calm, committed, surprising, knowledgeable, and educated.

In some ways I feel like I have only begin to uncover the layers of the enigma that is Ron, but in others I feel like I have known him forever, like a part of myself. A much better part.

Sometimes I wonder how I could ever deserve such a wonderful person, and then I realize that he loves *me*. No one else, just me.

I’m the luckiest gal alive. I am truly and deeply blessed. I love you baby.