My husband
This is my husband, Barrett. I will do my best to not speak for him when I write about him. Nine years my senior, he is playful and fun loving and we rarely notice the age difference. A weight lifter, you would never know how much of a kind hearted teddy bear he is from first glance. As I am more serious and logical, he is always subtely reminding me to notice the hilarious in life and to let go and have more fun. He is currently struggling with what I suspect many jobless Americans are also struggling: the role of a male and just how strongly his identity was, and probably still is, tied up in providing for his family. He is in unchartered territory and weathering the storm better than I could have ever imagined or hoped. He has shown me that he is much, much stronger than I originally gave him credit for when I first set my eyes on him four years ago. His loves include physical fitness, flying, and socializing.
Photo credit: Molly Fitzpatrick Photography
Liesel, I am so glad you are writing so I can feel closer to you and Barrett than the miles between us. Kisses to you and that handsome man. Tell him I know of some flying jobs available but they may be a little different than he’s used to