Got a soul-mate and/or a best friend? What is it about that person that you love best? Describe them in great detail — leave no important quality out.
Six feet tall. Sandy brown hair, brown eyes. Tiny charming gap between his front teeth and a voice so deep it barely registers to the human ear. Wide shoulders perfectly level at the collarbone. Nose which has been broken at least once and gives him a profile fit for the head of a coin. Thick forearms. Big strong hands, perfect for opening stubborn jars and fiddly things like bra straps and children’s toys.
He’s good, that’s the main thing. A good man. Every characteristic that phrase evokes in my mind is personified in my husband. He’s the better half of us by far—kind and strong and straightforward, with patience for everything but bullshit. What he sees in me is hard to fathom, though I suspect our marriage satisfies the caretaker in him. I’m a mess and he likes that. He knows how to fix me.
Lately I’ve taken to driving out to see him when his truck is nearby but too far to make it home. We have dinner and talk about things, and we go back to his rig where it’s dark and the music is good and where we can feel like teenagers and really be alone. That’s how I know it’s him, for me. Because I crave the time alone with him more than anything else in the world. People say it’s ridiculous to dream of living in an Airstream trailer, traveling about, that you’d get sick of each other and would want to spread out or at least accumulate a few possessions. But I could happily exist that way with him. When I think of what I want for today and forever, it’s the two of us in a tiny home like a cradle, and the wind at our door rocking us to sleep.
That may be the world’s smallest dream or one too big to ever come true. But I believe in it and I believe in us. After all, in this world of billions, we found each other. What could be luckier than that?