Dragon Slayer

Look, listen, look…..I go on and on about how hot my husband the retired fighter pilot is (HRFP). But he's not just a pretty face. Did I marry him because his torso and Daniel Craig's are identical? Maybe. But I STAY married to him because he unloads the dishwasher (twice a day when necessary) without complaint.

Husbands and dads get applause for the big stuff. The promotions, the ceremonies, the visible wins. What they don't get applause for is the behind-the-scenes stuff. Driving hours (at 3am) to pick up a sick freshman at college. Being the first call when another retired fighter pilot gets terrible news, and only feels safe only talking to another Bro about it. Handling the thing I forgot, the call I was dreading, the errand that somehow never made it onto my list but always made it onto his.

My husband is a Dragon Slayer of the highest order. And he doesn't just slay the dragons — he does it in a way that respects the dignity of the dragon and the idiot who summoned them.

Usually me.