This should be a post about how brilliant it is that our new domain is live… but this is a post about how brilliant it is to be married to the guy who was up way past midnight making it happen.
Every interview I’ve done asks: “What do you never blog about?” The answer is: “My marriage.” This was a special request, and I’ve done my best to honour it over the years. But just this once I’m giving you a peek behind the shower curtain at the other half of ‘living lionheart’: the (devastatingly handsome and intelligent) Husband.
True to the universal Laws of Love, in this case Section 12.B, paragraph three… it reads “opposites attract”.
While the Lionheart and Squishy Gorilla’s parents are one of those couples that look more and more like each other as the years trundle by (it’s creepy, actually), I’m the write-your-heart-out journalist while the Husband remains an intensely private person. While I scribble in the confessional booth that is this here ‘blag’, the Husband remains behind the scenes, tinkering with IP addresses, setting up email accounts and looking appropriately Mysterious.
I am married to the quintessential Camel man.
The Husband has a motorcross bike, and whizzes down the sides of Jozi’s bone-white mine dumps on it. He refuses to let the Honda dealership replace the brake pads in my race car ya-ya – he does it himself. The week before last, with the help of his brother (you rock, Phil-pants), the Husband installed our new dark wood cupboards in our bedroom. He will kick your ass at Call of Duty and won us a giant flatscreen, beating South African driver Gugu Zulu in the semifinals of an Xbox race-off last year. He makes the best Durban curry (the Husband, not Gugu Zulu).
He sneaks a toasted sandwich onto my desk when I’m on a deadline. He loves animals; in fact I’m jealous of all the belly rubs that Soapy the Labrador and Doctor Steven Watkins (our cat) get. The Husband is a Mensa-certified genius, and gets annoyed when I drop this fun fact into conversations. But he’ll probably be more annoyed by this: the Husband has buns so tight you can bounce a coin off them!
Carwash manager by day, Linux problem-solver by night, all the Husband wants you blog readers to know is that you can get your ride waxed and polished to shining perfection at the 082 Carwash just off Klipriver Drive, next to the Panorama fleamarket in the South of Johannesburg.
But I want you to know that the Husband is made of awesome. And I won’t be offended at all if you sneak a peek at aforementioned buns while you’re getting your car washed.
Thank you, my love, for getting the Living Lionheart domain up and running last night.
Thank you for never leaving my side on this bumpy road – even though raising a disabled child is the scariest, hardest thing I’ve ever done, and sometimes it makes me behave like a bad-tempered orc. A lesser man would have walked out on us years ago, but you’re still here.
Thank you for giving me Ryan the Squishy Gorilla, which was the second scariest thing I’ve ever done – we took a risk, and have been blessed immeasurably.
And thank you… for all those sandwiches.