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February 27, 2011

I had all these grandiose ideas about how I was going to edit enough photos to do a session blog post when we got home from our trip tonight, but the truth is that it’s almost 4am and I’m beat! So instead I figured that I’d post a list of reasons why I love Seba. Traveling with him always brings out the extra warm fuzzies in me. I’ve been thinking about writing something like this since our anniversary and meant to post something more eloquent back then, but didn’t have the time. So here it is — half witted ramblings of a madwoman written on a red-eye.

1. He always, always lets me sit by the window. I can’t remember a flight in which he hasn’t, even if I insist that he takes it because I know he likes to look too.

2. We had less than 1,000 pesos left and he went to the vending machine to get himself something to eat. He came back with a cup of hot chocolate for me, that cost him 800 pesos and nothing for himself. He does things like that a lot.

3. At night when I was cold and asked if he would be the one to get up and close the window he didn’t say anything. And I said, “Thank you.” When he replied, “But I didn’t even say I’d do it,” I knew he still would because that’s the kind of guy he is and he doesn’t mind doing those little things that really, are so small, but add up to mean so much.

4. Instead of being annoyed by my debilitating habit of not being able to go for too long without eating, he plans for it. Some husbands might be annoyed by the fact that their grown up wife of 27 years of age is completely capable of sitting on a curb and crying hysterically because she’s hungry. Instead, when we travel and I get hungry, he tries to remember to pack snacks and if he doesn’t have any, he jokes, “Don’t go Cookie Monster on me baby,” and distracts me long enough to get me to somewhere eat before I have a full on meltdown.

5. Sometimes when we’re in a particularly large airport, walking from one end to the next, I don’t even ask. Seba just looks and me and offers to carry my camera bag because he knows it’s heavy and it hurts my shoulders — even though he’s already carrying his own camera bag, which is usually already even heavier than mine because he’s offered to bring all the big stuff in his.

6. I occasionally do really silly things like say at very inconvenient times, “But I can’t meet the ________ (insert name of hostel owner, bartender, dentist, emergency room doctor, bus driver or any other person who absolutely does not and never will care what I look like) with no makeup on!” when we’re on our way somewhere and then try to find a good reflection to use to put my makeup on. Instead of laughing at me, he’ll try to help me put on my mascara (which doesn’t end well, but does end hilariously).

7. When people ask when we are going to have kids, he often deflects the question or answers diplomatically himself, because he knows that I get really annoyed (Why should anyone ask when we are going to have kids? What if I don’t want them at all? And why is the question automatically directed at me and not him– because I’m the woman?). Now this one, I’m not sure if he does to make me feel better or if he does it for himself — to insure that I don’t go off on a political tirade to complete strangers.

8. Even if he’s sleeping on a plane, if there’s turbulence enough to stir his consciousness a little bit , he offers me his hand to hold because he knows I want it. And then he doesn’t complain when I squeeze it like a steel trap.

9. Even though the man never spends money on himself, if I want something he says, “If you can fit it in the budget and you really want it, I think you should get it,” and he’s not just saying that. He really does not resent my purchases, even if he thinks they’re silly.

10. It is so hard for Seba to trust people and so it makes me feel like I’ve won the biggest jackpot of the most ginormous lottery in the entire world that he trusts me and tells me all his secrets and lets me help him make all his decisions. Which, I suppose, is probably why he married me.

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What a sweet post! It always helps to have a gratitude list and be reminded not only of the good things happening in our life but also the great people around us!

Comment by Vivian — February 27, 2011 @ 11:56 pm

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Aw, has Seba read this? It’s a love letter to him! My husband is #9 too. Cheers to great husbands!

Comment by Nicole — February 28, 2011 @ 12:48 am

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Awww he is wonderful!!! and you are so funny:). I almost awoke the whole house laughing at the cookie monster thing:).

Comment by Carol — February 28, 2011 @ 3:34 am

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What a sweet, beautiful post Kyle! Print it out and keep a copy close at hand to remind you always over the years!

Comment by Margaret — February 28, 2011 @ 5:47 am

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Mental note… make sure Ange doesn’t read this, she’ll start getting ideas

Comment by Rob W. — February 28, 2011 @ 6:03 am

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Loved this post. #3 especially.

Comment by Kai Heeringa — February 28, 2011 @ 6:15 am

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Sweet!

Comment by Marmo — February 28, 2011 @ 8:57 am

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Awww! You guys are so sweet! I like Seba so much already just from reading posts like this. Roberto always lets me sit by the window too, and he’ll even take the middle seat. And he will wheel my stuffed-to-the gills suitcase through the airport/streets and give me his that weighs half what mine does. It’s so nice traveling with a great guy and I miss it sooo much when I travel by myself!

Comment by Laura — February 28, 2011 @ 9:02 am

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This is very sweet. And regarding the kids questions, people should stop assuming they’re for everyone!

Comment by Tamsin — February 28, 2011 @ 9:37 am

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This is so cute! Sometimes it is really great to recognize all the little things that people we love do for us.

Comment by Kelly — February 28, 2011 @ 9:38 am

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That was so lovely, Kyle. It’s definitely the little things that make it all the more special. Seba is such a sweetheart.

Comment by Ceri — February 28, 2011 @ 11:37 am

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Such a sweet post! Seba sounds like an amazing man. Lucky gal!

Comment by Angie — February 28, 2011 @ 11:50 am

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In our family, we call it “getting owly” when we get hungry — all the women in my family get owly when we haven’t eaten recently enough.

So nice to hear someone recognize the great things about their spouse — too often folks get caught up in complaining, you know? Give him a hug from us for all his sweetness!

Comment by Kristen — February 28, 2011 @ 12:24 pm

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Getting owly, haha Kristen where did that come from?

Comment by Kyle — February 28, 2011 @ 12:46 pm

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Seriously, what a great hubby you have!! As I was reading this I got all mushy inside and wanted to hug my Lorenzo and thank him for being such an awesome boyfriend too!!

Such a sweet post!

Comment by Annie — February 28, 2011 @ 12:55 pm

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I Love #4 And That he doesn’t give u a hard time w ur shopping. Now u can get those YSL shoes but he gets the credit for his purchases? Hahaha andre knows I love shopping and I keep telling him that I am in rehab and I really try not to buy something unless I LOVE it. The problem is I love too many things!!!
I go cookie monster too but only sometimes…and I get headaches and dizzy and sometimes I’ve fainted. Andre knows but he doesn’t believe me. I guess it is bc when I’m too hungry I stay quiet trying to get rid of the headache. I feel so bad but I have no energy to make a scene!! Hahaha Maybe I should cry like u. It seems to work better!!!

Comment by Cata — February 28, 2011 @ 1:13 pm

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Inspector Climate needs to take some lessons from Seba on the getting food in me – to be fair he does try, but I won’t just eat anything, it has to be something that my body wants (it’s very picky!)…

I also totally understand the kid thing, It is soooo rude to ask about children. I mean so, so SO rude. Le sigh.

You’re a lucky girl Kyle!

Comment by Deidre — February 28, 2011 @ 1:39 pm

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Happy sigh…such a sweet post. I truly believe it is the little things. Grand gestures are nice but I’d rather have the little things if I had to choose – not that we should have to

Comment by Heather — February 28, 2011 @ 4:04 pm

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I love this post. My husband is the same, and I love him so much for putting up with me.

Comment by Addie — February 28, 2011 @ 10:19 pm

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What a sweet guy! This post makes my heart happy for your heart. You’re a very lucky girl, Kyle!

Comment by Haley Kadzban — March 1, 2011 @ 7:10 am

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This is sooooo sweet. And I love it even though it didnt feature any of your fabulous photography You two sound perfect for each other!

Comment by Laura — March 1, 2011 @ 1:36 pm

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My Chileno used to despair when we would travel and I would get hungry, which was ALL the time. Then, he learned to be smart and pack snacks. Now he’s like, “Cookies? Juice?”

Comment by Sara — March 1, 2011 @ 1:44 pm

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