Brett has an interview this morning

Originally published at this woman's work. You can comment here or there.

He's nervous but I'm not because while he hasn't had many interviews, every single one he's had has ended with a job offer. It's between this job and another one, both of which would be a lot better schedule-wise for us.

Poor Brett. This is so so hard on him. He likes things to be predictable and big change just destroys him.

I just kinda want to write about him today because I'm thinking so hard on him. And with our anniversary coming up, I'm thinking about how this is the week I met him 17 years ago and what that was like.

I was coming back from dating a string of incompatible men and I'd make the conscious decision to date outside of my comfort-zone. That meant I was going to give the clean-cut boys a chance and see if there was something to dating guys without aspirations of artistic greatness (i.e., no more starving artists or wannabe rock stars).

There was one boy at the deli -- Brad, I think? I don't know. He was cute and blonde and shy and I asked him out then took him out dancing where he was overwhelmed by my friends. I never heard from him. But before I had time to feel bad about that, I'd met Brett.

If you would have told me 17 years ago that this was the man I was going to marry, I would have thought you were crazy. For one, he was too nice. (Who wants nice in a partner! Not me! I wanted the adventure of caustic, cruel and cavalier!) He was too good looking. (I gravitated to character-actor types, not leading men.) He wasn't an artist. (Although most all the artists I dated put my art squarely after their own.) And he loved me. (Where was the challenge in that???)

Marrying him was the smartest thing I ever did. I don't deserve him but he loves me anyway. He makes me feel like I'm the best thing since sliced bread even though he knows the worst of me. He nurtures our children with endless supplies of patience and good humor. He takes care of us at the expense of himself (but won't admit that he ever puts himself last.) He inspires me with his integrity, kindness and unselfishness. I'm grateful everyday that I get to be his wife; he's the first best thing that ever happened to me. And I so so so hope that the next job he gets is one that he deserves. I so hope that he gets the chance to have a job that doesn't grind him down. I don't know which of the two jobs would be a better fit for him but I hope that he gets the one that is.