Friday the 13th is a lucky day in our family. It was when Steve was born (and of course, Bobby too - who is ten minutes older than Steve). Steve was actually born just one day before my parents got married. So he can always get their anniversary and number of years right. And it's just one of the many connections with my family.
Steve and I met through TEC (Teens Encounter Christ). I knew his brother first because he sat right behind me on my whole first weekend. I first saw Steve during a skit. He was the dorky one in a trio of musketeers. I almsot punched him at a beach retreat when he yanked back on my rockinig chair and I had just threatened another guy with bodily harm if he had done that again. All Steve had wanted to do was talk to me about State because he was there and I was going to go there. Unfortunately, he was dating someone and I had to let him realize that he wanted to end that relationship. We spent the rest of college together, although busy semesters made it seem like we lived farther apart than we did sometimes. We literally saw each other occasional weekends during his senior project semester even though we spent the majority of our time in buildings that were across the street from each other.
Our wedding was a fairy tale. A horrible tragedy days before (9/11 was 11 days before the wedding) gave everyone a different perspective and the wedding allowed everyone to realize that it was ok to be normal again. The best part was that neither of us were nervous and I was actually uncharacteristically calm, despite others trying to get me wound up. We built a house together that we loved. We weathered a layoff and got a puppy. We had Beca and realized we needed to be together more rather than in the car. The good part about Pittsboro was that we often carpooled and the 45 minutes in the car together every morning and every evening made us talk about everything.
Steve has a big heart, big frame and big personality. I love that he can look so overbearing to some people and scare them into pouring out all their illegal alcohol but that's he's really just a big softie, especially when Beca bats her lashes at him. He's an amazing father and I've given him more responsibility than most fathers are allowed to have - but with daycare at his work, I've had to. He is very passionate about certain things but not everything. He wants to do good at work and make things right from the beginning and is willing to challenge/question as necessary. He doesn't back down and enjoys a good "I told you so" dance.
Steve loves gadgets. It's fun to see him get giddy over a nerf gun, a toy dinosaur (but that thing hated me and Zoe so it had to go to work), a new game, software, whatever. He likes to have things. He loves to try a variety of hobbies and we still have all the stuff from all of them (ham radio, shooting, legos, computers, remote control items (including the flying variety). I love that he enjoys using the gadgets to torment the dog. I love that he allows Zoe to kissee face every morning when she pounces on top of him. I also love that he enjoys having a Chewbacca costume.
Steve makes me want to try harder to truly relax and I've often let things go that I wouldn't have before. I know that's hard to believe. I love the way he has learned to love Disney - I didn't think it would happen but Beca has him hooked completely now.
I love the way he has a respect for family members that try hard in their lives to do something good, especially when it is for themselves. His mother, sister and brother are never far from his mind.
I love how he can talk through anything even though he is sometimes crippled with anxiety. He enjoys good food, good wine and good friends. He shares my love of small parties, especially over dinner.
I love that he loves me and tries very hard to let me talk through things. I love that he always wants to fix the things that are wrong.
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