My Wife

Man, did I get lucky. As the saying goes, opposites attract, and while I wouldn’t say we are complete opposites, I would say that we are different enough that it keeps our fairly mundane life pretty interesting. Especially late at night…something happens. It’s as if she ate a whole container of cream cheese frosting and is wired THROUGH THE ROOF. The only thing you can do then is ride out the storm of hyper-ness that is Late Night Taylor.

Taylor’s the perfect person for me and I’m probably the worst for her. I say that part jokingly but there is some truth to it. I’ll give you some examples:

1.) I can be very indecisive whereas she can make decisions before I’ve even had time to think through one side of a pros and cons list.

2.) I suffer from short-term memory loss…sometimes. What that means is, she has the added responsibility of having to remind me of all kinds of things that I have been present for and (somewhat) engaged in that for some reason just don’t store to my brain’s hard drive.

3.) I have to yell for her help when I need something off the top shelf.

Alright, so the last one was thrown in because it popped into my head while writing this and it made me laugh but Taylor is, admittedly, an inch taller than me. I know you must be thinking “poor Colton” but I assure you, your pity should go directly to Taylor. I’ll put it this way, I can probably count on both hands how many times she has worn high heels in the last eleven years.

I fully believe that has been for the best though. She has very weak ankles AND SHE IS AS CLUMSY AS SHE IS BEAUTIFUL. I’m telling y’all I don’t know how she made it to adulthood. From thumbtacks up the nose and jingle bells lodged in her throat as a child to suffering a very serious injury and being rushed to the hospital as an adult (she sure enough fell down a spiral staircase and got a gash in her leg the size of Alaska. Alaska is way bigger than Texas, if you’re wondering). That is Day to Day Life Taylor.

Now, Sports Taylor is the polar opposite. In high school she played multiple sports. I fully believe she could have made a career out of basketball if she had believed in herself more and had never moved to my school where we met. When you don’t have people around you to help you get better, you can’t get better. She still got a few offers to play college ball but her heart just wasn’t in it anymore. If her heart is in something though you’d better watch out because she’s about to make a move.

She isn’t afraid to put herself out there and I admire that immensely about her. “WHERE’S THE PROOF?” you say? It is here 👇🏻

Would I have left everything I know right after graduating high school and moved to a city ten times the size of our hometown? No. Would I have talked myself into having a baby? Nope. Do I see myself ever in a million years STARTING A BLOG? Doubt it. She did though, and it’s good for me to have someone like that to keep the zest in life because sometimes I am WAY too practical.

She loves very deeply and if she loves you, you’ll know it. She pays attention to the people she loves. Whether it’s buying that thing you’ve been talking about and sending it to you totally unexpectedly, making something herself and sending it, or making sure to stop by if we end up with a couple days at home, she spends some of her time on you.

A lot can change in eleven years. Likes and dislikes come and go, hair color changes, weight fluctuates, and in this case, tiny humans grew inside of her. Taylor felt that I was a worthy enough person to put herself through all the challenges of bearing my child. Twice. The LEAST I can do is appreciate every stretch mark that came with that as visible proof of her love and commitment to me and to our family. When I picture her in my mind, it’s always how she is at that particular moment, not as she might have been 6, 7, or even 8 years ago. She has curves that she didn’t have before, and she might not like them but I do. She has a natural beauty that I can’t quite explain. Back when I used Instagram, one of the last things I remember posting was a #WCW of her in jeans and a green t-shirt with no makeup. Don’t get me wrong, she looks stunning when she takes the time to do her makeup but she knows if she decided to never put any on again I would still look at her the same. Even though she knows this, she appreciates it so very much when I let her know out loud (which doesn’t happen nearly as often as it should). If there are any guys reading this, you’d be surprised at how big of a difference that can make.

If you know Tay fairly well you have probably witnessed at least a couple of the qualities I’ve been talking about. If you don’t, I hope this post paints a good picture of who you’ll find her to be after getting to know her a little bit. I have never taken the time to think about the person I would be without her because I can say with 100% certainty that I wouldn’t like that person. I would be so lost in every sense of the word. We have been married for five years now and were together for six years (with our share of struggles) before that. We have some history but I wouldn’t trade a day of it. We are together, we love one another, and my feelings truly grow for her constantly. I know she loves me more than I deserve and if she ever realizes it, I’ll be in trouble.

9 thoughts on “My Wife

  1. This is perfectly Taylor! A super, amazing, talented and lovely mother, wife and friend. Honored to know her, blessed to have her in my life and forever changed in the best ways possible because of her.

    1. Colton that was a great descriptive story and you are lucky to have such a wonderful wife great job it’s good to see someone appreciate what they have thank you for sharing your story

  2. Señor Roberts, dawwww…very good yet accurate description of your wife and my friend, Mrs. Taylor Roberts!! Proud that you wrote this.

  3. Hmmmm… I think he meant, “Taylor only goes to see the Lynx and not her only real friend Chelsea.” But maybe I read it wrong. 😂😭😘🙄🤗

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