Most weekends, I get up at the crack of dawn to go for a surf and get back just as Erik's waking up. He always greets me with, "how was it?" even though he has no interest in the sport. This past Saturday, I was stoked on a really fun session and told him that I actually felt like I knew what I was doing. To which he responded super-proudly, "I think you're ready for a pointy board." He meant shortboard, which is what experienced surfers generally ride. And that, folks, is why I married him. In his eyes, there's nothing that I can't do, which gives me the confidence to get out there and charge life in general. Grateful for that guy. :)
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