Coach and I are very different people. He's more of a "let me tell you what you did wrong so we can correct it" sort of guy, and I'm a "lets focus on what you did right so we can make sure we do that again" sort of gal. He loves Metallica, I love Trace Adkins. He's blunt, I'm more diplomatic. He likes asparagus, I like green beans. I wonder sometimes how we've made it almost 17 years together.
I suppose it could be because every time he stops at the convenience store on his way home from somewhere, he brings me a large Diet Dr. Pepper from the fountain and my favorite chocolate bar. It might be because he'll sit and watch Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure with me anytime I need to. Or it might be because he seems to understand that when I'm closeted in the bathroom for more than ten minutes, it means I'm engrossed in a really good book and he should NOT give me any grief about having disappeared for half an hour.
I guess it could be because I bring him home little treats from the grocery store each week just for him; this week, it was tapioca pudding. It might be due to my habit of making sure that each day starts and ends with a hug and a kiss, with many more in between. Possibly it might be because I still laugh at his stupid jokes and weak puns.
He doesn't make me feel bad for being a lousy housekeeper and cook. I don't pit us against each other in an IQ test. He buys me chocolate, I buy him beer. He indulges my borderline insane need to read constantly; I indulge his obsession with all things sports.
We complement each other, I think. We make the other one look good, without losing a part of ourselves in the process. He's my favorite person and my best friend. I'm his sounding board and Coach-to-Parent translator. We.... fit.
And today I just needed to remind myself of that.