My hero…

My hero is my husband.  He has always been an inspiration to me, from the moment we first met.  He just gave so much of himself to me, right away, and never wavered in his love of me.

I was a smoker when we met, and I was one of those really obnoxious smokers who did not understand why other people didn’t like cigarette smoke, or why throwing cigarettes on the ground IS indeed littering, or why smoke in restaurants is so annoying.  But for some reason, I never wanted to smoke around my husband.  I did, I mean, don’t get me wrong.  But I always felt guilty.  I had always known I wanted to quit smoking (my mom died of lung cancer at age 51), so once things started getting heavy with him… once I knew I wanted to have his babies… I quit.  With his support, and without it, I never could have done it.

These days he still inspires me with his strength, calm, and love for his family.  He can usually stay cool when I am flying off the handle, losing my shit in the face of overwhelmingly frustrating toddler behavior.  When I need to take a break, he is always there to step up for me and his daughter.

Meanwhile, he is still working on our business, PacketProtector, updated his CCIE certification, and is speaking at 2 conferences in the next few months, including DefCon.  Usually while I sit around chatting on mommy message boards, he is doing something productive.

And, to top it all off…

He does the laundry.  That’s right bitches, be jealous.  (And never mind that he mostly does it because I’m terrified I’ll fall down the stairs if I try to carry those big baskets down our two big flights of stairs!)

Baby, you rock my socks off!

Edited: June 4th, 2009