So, apparently no spoken word can equal the words written in this blog. There is no amount of talking, hugging, or general good boy/girlfriend behavior that makes my wife as happy as knowing that I spent a few minutes collecting some thoughts about her and committing them to laptop.
Here are some random thoughts about Satu that I haven't had time to appropriately gather and put in context, but generally make me feel happy to have married such a wonderful woman:
My wife is a connoisseur of disaster stories. She is currently sitting next to me reading about sinking ships and the people who survived the sinking Estoria.
She knows how to keep the cat distracted while she cuts out the dreadlocks that appear along her sides.
Satu looks good in any light and any color, but always asks me if she looks okay. Me, the woman who often puts her shirt on inside out and doesn't notice until half way through the work day.
She will wake up in the middle of the night because I am worried about the hawk that seems drunk in our driveway. Not only will she wake up, but she will sit quietly and observe until we decide to throw pieces of lunch meat at it (in case it might just be weak from hunger.)
She feeds the wild animals with animal crackers.
She has the most wonderful laugh in the world. I love to make her giggle. It instantly brings me so much happiness.
She knows the difference between southern accents and can impersonate a redneck or a texas bad ass and not make them seem the same.
If someone on TV is drinking, she will also need a drink. If someone British is drinking, she will need it in a fancy glass with one ice cube.
She is always off balance but never breaks anything. It is like she touches the whole world with a light stroke of the fingertip. She can be running at you full speed only to turn slow motion and careful when she is inches from you.
She thinks that by remaining vigilant at all times, she can keep her weird family from small and large disasters like bug bites, sunburns, airplane crashes and tornadoes. In fact, she does have a tornado plan and an active shooter plan and an Ebola plan at all times.
She wakes me up by getting on top of me and encouraging the dog to lay on my face too.
She saves ants, spiders and all other multi-legged creatures that find their way into our house.
She can almost always look at a thing and know what it is made of.
I think that may be part of why she chose me. I am almost 100% mush and love. She knew what I wan made of and still chose me. She continues to save me from the world every day, even after a decade.
