Today, one of the welders that I work with asked me if I like working with my wife. The answer is yes. I love doing anything with her. I like to work. In general I am a happy person, but Satu makes every day better.
Yesterday when I was having a bad day she hid mints in my office to keep little happy surprises coming throughout the day. Today, when she had a really bad day at work I tried to lighten the mood by being there to sound off against and to rub her shoulders secretly before the meeting.
I love being anywhere she is. It makes me proud that people there know us as a couple, because I can only now think of myself as a part of this pair. Work often sucks. No one pays you to do easy stuff, they pay you to carry a burden, emotionally tumultuous, heavy with responsibility and make decisions that you might get yelled at for making or not making, But when Satu is around I feel like someone is always on my side.
When I told Vicki that I not only liked working with Satu, but that I adore her and I think everything is better when she is around, she seemed either jealous or disgusted. She says that her boyfriend/ man person annoys her even though he's also wonderful.
I can't imagine feeling like that. Satu is just wonderful, but in an effort to relate, I think I just described her as "bad ass." Satu is a force of nature. She can summon power from thin air and make you feel like all of the love in the universe resides in your aching, swelling chest. I always just want to come home to be around my wife. There is no brighter day than the one we live in now. There is no home that could be more full of love and no moment in my life that I don't feel like I am half of this team and wholly myself.
