I don't blog very much about my husband. I suppose it's because I'm afraid that anything I write could somehow trivialize my feelings for him and I think he deserves better than that. Additionally, I'm not a "rainbows and unicorns" type of person. I am normally positive and very happy but I don't feel compelled to thrust my bliss in your faces every day and rub it in about what an ideal life I have, la dee da. It's not perfect, but it is wonderful.
The reason Steve and I went to Las Vegas two weeks ago is because he was promoting a product that he has invented and has a patent pending. It's an incredible product, but probably not too interesting unless you work in the tile or construction industry.
For years he has scribbled design ideas on cocktail napkins while we ate at restaurants, or on the envelopes from discarded junk mail at the kitchen counter. He is like a mad scientist at times, pulling his hair as if it will somehow jumpstart his brain and stimulate those neurons. He has spent every free moment on this and other ideas-fabricating, testing, working out the kinks. I've never felt resentful of the time he has spent, or neglected. This is what he does, and he is usually at home with his family at nights, even if he's busy doing CAD renderings of his designs.
His hard work paid off. During the convention, Steve's little brainchild was named "Best New Product of the Year."
The convention organizers stopped at our booth to present the award shown above. We had been tipped off that Steve's product was leading the vote count by a healthy margin, so it wasn't a complete surprise when they arrived with the trophy. In spite of that foreknowledge, I burst into uncontrollable tears. I could not stop crying. My husband is the hardest working man I have ever known in my life-and I've known and worked for some real workaholics in my years, so that's saying a lot. I can't imagine a more deserving person on the planet than Steve. It was nice to finally see someone else recognize his talent, and in such grand fashion. I can't ever remember being as proud of someone as I was of my husband at that very moment. I actually felt my heart swell, I mean I could physically feel it.
Steve's typically humble reaction to all of this hoopla? "Even if nothing else comes of it, it's nice to know that someone else thought it was a good idea."
