Lots of people have been asking me lately what Rob is like. Is he funny? Does he like his job? What is it about him that makes me so happy? My instinctual response is usually along the lines of “How much time ya got?”Â
Rob is funny. He laughs at my jokes. He encourages me to be a smart ass. He is sentimental. I love that. He’s romantic and thinks of the sweetest ways to show me he’s thinking of me. He sent me roses on the first day of school this year. He works hard at his job and he’s excellent at it. He’s opinionated and pushes me to think about things in ways I hadn’t considered before. He tells me I’m beautiful, even when I’m sick. He likes Modesto. He likes my dog and takes good care of his kitties. He likes spending time with me. He’s responsible with his money.Â
Above all else, he loves me. He loves me for who I am right this moment. Not who I will be in 3 years or 5 years or 15 years, but who I am right now. He loves what I do, where I’m from. I don’t have to be anyone else but me and that’s enough for him. He respects me; he trusts me. He doesn’t lose his temper or belittle me. He always does what he says he will. And for me, that is more than enough.
