Earlier this week, I brought CDH a flute.

Several months ago, CDH got it into his head that he needed to put together a heavy metal band like no heavy metal band ever before – a mix of traditional old school thrash metal and … flute. Somebody had been listening to too much Jethro Tull. But the idea stuck, and after several months of incessent pestering, I relented and brought him a Japanese knock-off Yamaha flute from Trade Me.

After a few days of playing, he’s already mastered simple tunes and is working his way through his first Jethro Tull song. He’s also hopping around the house on one leg and cannot stop smiling or talking about his flute. He’s taken no lessons, but figured it all out by ‘pushing all the knobbly bits and seeing what happens’.

I think this is what I love the most about marriage – ‘pushing all the knobbly bits and seeing what happens’. I love that I live in the same house with someone who has as many – if not more – hair-brained schemes than me, and I love being part of them all (even the unsuccessful ones).  I love that seeing him succeed with his goals and dreams feels just as amazing as when I succeed.

I love pushing the boundaries of what we can do and who we can be. I’ve always been the person who said ‘why not?’ I always pushing myself that extra bit, worked a little harder, because I never wanted to look back on my life with regret. I love that I am with someone who shares that vision, who dares to strive for ridiculous dreams, and who always asks me ‘why not?’ when I have a moment of sensibility.

Sometimes I watch CDH and feel like I’m witnessing history in the making. Maybe he’s not anything special, really. I wouldn’t know. But to me, he’s something amazing. A miracle. Yee Gods, I’m the luckiest girl in the world.