My darling wife wrote this on her blog for me today and as it relates in part to Butches I wanted to share it.
Since I just found out today on Twitter that it is apparently Butch Appreciation Week (how did I miss that??), I would be remiss if I didn’t say how much I appreciate my Butch spouse, partner, and all-around sweetiepie, Dirt.
Before I met Dirt, I had often been called “the least romantic person
in the world.” And I guess it was true. I would roll my eyes so hard
at Hallmark movies and other sappy fare that I was at-risk for a
concussion. I honestly thought that all the hokey romance stuff was for
And yet. I always felt an underlying vague wistfulness that
I couldn’t pinpoint. On the treadmill, I would repeatedly watch one of
my favorite movies of all time, The Princess Bride (a movie, by the way, that Dirt steadfastly refuses
to watch with me, which I suppose is rather ironic), and I would snort
with derision at the sappy kissing parts ~ but somehow underneath my
cynicism and sarcasm, I must have wanted what that movie was basically
And then I met Dirt. And suddenly, all the love songs ever written
suddenly made sense to me. It was like a cartoon-style proverbial
lightbulb suddenly appearing over my head. Every love cliche ever
written suddenly became real. Birds singing, blue skies…well, you get
There are so many things I could say that it would take more than a
dissertation to write, so here are just a few of the many things I love
and appreciate about her every day:
I love that she is the most stubborn, outspoken, opinionated person I
have ever met. I love it that she is completely and unapologetically
herself, regardless of the approval or disapproval of others. I love
that she is up by 6:00 a.m. and fully coherent. I love that she loves
our cats with a fierce yet mushy devotion. I love that she can cook
anything from scratch (without a recipe), and that she comes up with
creative meals every day. I love it that she realizes that she is Butch
and can still love cats
and cook delicious meals. I love the way she dresses, and the way her
close-shaved hair feels when I rub the back of her head. I love that
she works out every day, even when she is exhausted from work. I love
that she makes me laugh so hard that my sides hurt and my mascara runs. I
love that she makes up silly songs about our cat, Ari. I love how she
supports me and encourages me and never makes me feel bad for being a
I love being in love with her, because I have learned that happiness is not just about how much you love someone, it also is about how you feel about yourself when you are with her.
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