My Chief

The Chief...

I am going to take a moment to talk about the love of my life, and tell you the reasons I am the luckiest girl on earth.  

He loves my child.  The Chief made the decision many years ago, that he didn’t feel the need to have his own child when there are so many out there that need to be adopted.  He isn’t the perfect parent, but he tries...which is more than I can say for many fathers.  He takes him and does things with him (just the two of them).  When it comes time to buy presents, he buys him things that the two of them can do together (building things).  Think about this for a second.  He doesn’t buy him video games to keep him entertained in a room alone, he buys him golf clubs so the two of them can golf together.  He buys him cars, so they can build them and paint them together.  He buys him motors that takes hours of time to sit and work together on.  Does this sound like a man that doesn’t want to have kids?  The Chief is very strict, and demands respect...but in the end, he loves him and shows it to him in many different ways.  

He is successful.  This is something I think many people take for granted.  This man strives to be better.  He doesn’t settle for excellence.  He strives for perfection and he strives to be number one.  When I met him, he told me he wanted to be president of one of the divisions, at that time he was territory manager.  Guess what?  Within a year he moved from territory manager to a district manager.  Then shortly after that, he became a trainer that traveled to the other divisions.  Right now, he is vice president.  There is no doubt that within five years he will be president of a division.  He is respected at the work place, and his opinions are valued.  I recently went into his office to drop something off, and some of the women that work for him caught me in the hallway.  They told me how much my husband has done for the company.  They stood there for ten minutes taking turns telling me what amazing things he has done for the division and for them personally.  They said the company morale has boosted in ways it hasn’t seen in over 10 years.  A couple women got very emotional about it.  They said he has made them WANT to stay and work for this company.  They said he has a vision, and they know when he says that, they are in for a wonderful ride.  They trust him, and already love him in the short amount of time he has been there.  Last week the Chief sent me a text message that said: Guess who is the #1 in growth in the country for the 2nd week in a row?!?  To me, there is nothing sexier than success. 

Let’s talk about arrogance for a minute.  Some people see this as a bad quality to have.  Me?  I think it is one of the BEST qualities to have.  It is one of the first things that drew me to this man.  He walks with confidence.  When he walks into a room he OWNS that room.  He doesn’t cower away from confrontation.  To him, a good debate is like the sprinkles on top of an ice cream cone.  He knows he is smart, anyone that talks to him knows he is smart.  Smart is HOT!  I love being with a man that tests on genius levels.  I love hearing him talk to a person that likes to act smart.  I only giggle inside.  Maybe this is horrible of me, but on some level I know when I am with the Chief I can’t go wrong.  No one in the room is smarter than he is.  There is something about that, that is extremely comforting to me.  I feel lucky to be married to the smartest man I know.  He may not know how to turn on the washing machine, and he may not know where the dishwasher is, but he can answer just about any question without you pulling out your iPhone for your wikipedia.  He is my wikipedia.

Control is another thing.  Many people hear this word and start to sweat.  I NEED a man that is in control.  I need to have someone that takes over.  I have been a single parent for a long time.  I have done it on my own for a long time.  To have someone come in, and take over is refreshing!  I do most of the cooking, and all the cleaning, ironing, and laundry.  I do this because I feel it is my job.  He has never told me to do these things.  I feel this is my role in the family.  I don’t do this because he has made me feel it is my role, I do it because I am old fashioned.  I want nothing more than to take care of a man that takes care of me and my child.  If I asked him to unload the dishwasher, I know he would.  I choose not to ask him.  I choose to spoil him like I feel he spoils me.    

If I want something (within reason), I can have it.  He takes care of me and my son.  He lets me choose where we go out to eat.  He lets me decide what to do on the weekend.  He comes home from work and gives us his undivided attention.  I know many husbands that work late, and don’t make time for their family.  Mine does.  Despite the fact he has hundreds (that isn’t exaggerating) of emails that he could take care of, he choses to sit on the couch with me and watch an episode of the Bachelor, or any other reality show I chose.  On the weekends, he is up early and takes over “Dad duty”.  He informs Little Man that he isn’t to bother me.  He lets me have my time, and recognizes that I need it.

One more thing I want to add.  The Chief hates going to the movies....which is my FAVORITE thing to do.  On Thanksgiving Day, we wake up and he says, “Let’s go to the movies!”  I of course was SUPER excited and quickly ran to get ready.  We spent the day at the movie theater, seeing TWO movies of my choice (Little Man was with us of course).  We then went and walked around Walmart (another thing I love to do).  By the time we headed home it was six.  As we pulled onto the street, I noticed all of our neighbors had TONS of cars in front of their houses.  I then started to cry because it took me all day to realize he had spent the day trying to make me happy on my first Thanksgiving away from my family.  When we walked in the house, I could do nothing but hug him and cry.  Not because I missed my family, but because he had put me before anyone else.  He spent the day doing his least favorite thing so that I would be happy.  That is selfless.  That is the man I fell in love with.  And for icing on my cupcake?  He sent me flowers the next day.  Beautiful PINK flowers.  And his note attached to the flowers:  “Will you go out with me?”  

Not everyone loves the Chief like I do.  That is okay.  I may not love your spouse either.  Frankly, it doesn’t matter whether you think he is an arrogant ass or not.  What matters is, he is the love of my life.  I couldn’t have made a better decision for me and my son.  I couldn’t have picked a smarter man.  I couldn’t have picked a better man to be the father of my child.  I picked the right one.  We have our quarrels, like any other couple...but in the end, I know he loves me and I love him.  I know most of the time he is right...as much as I hate to admit this.  As long as I get to grow old with him, I don’t care what others think.  I know how lucky I am.  I know how lucky the Little Man is.  I see this man in ways others don’t see him.  I see the love he hides behind his arrogant exterior.  I see the kindness in his eyes and heart.  I have seen him do things for people because they are in need.  He doesn’t talk about it, he just does it.  This is who I married.  He is my walking Wikipedia. He is the sprinkles on my ice cream cone...and the icing on my cupcake.