My husband is always right.

I can’t even believe I’m saying it. But you know what? It’s true.

It’s not altogether as annoying as one might think. Because he’s really not that obnoxious about it. Not usually. He’s just not that kind of guy. He’ll give me his opinion, for sure, but when I go another way that’s fine with him. He’s perfectly happy letting me take my own path. The one that always leads right back to him. Being right.

It goes beyond his sense of direction (which is stellar) or ability to order the best dish on a menu (his food is always better than mine), he’s got a sense about people that is NEVER WRONG.

Like the Work Friend I had years ago, who my husband thought was trouble right from the start. I kept saying “You’re Wrong! He’s Great!” I said that right up until the night Work Friend and I went out for drinks, and after a few too many Lemon Drops he put my hand in his crotch lap, and invited me back to his place for some bow-chicka-wow-wow hanging out.

He was right.

Or when I made the decision that we needed a ‘Spiritual Overhaul’ and got us all entangled in a very narrow minded tight-fitting group of people who seemed to think their place in heaven was directly proportional to the number of people here on earth they criticized prayed for on a regular basis, well, he knew it wouldn’t stick.

He was right.

He has, over time, offered opinions about when I should shut speak up or times when I should run let go, but whatever decision I ultimately made, he stood by me. And every time he’s ultimately right? Well, he never says it. I’m always the one to say You Told Me So.

He’s got his work cut out for himself with me. Because, as intuitive and careful as he is, I’m the one that will jump in with both feet, pulling him along with me. People think that makes me an extrovert or something, but he knows that’s not the case. He understands how, in order to be the very best me, I desperately need time alone to replenish and refocus. He never begrudges me the little things, like a quiet cup of morning coffee, or the big things, like a weekend away, because he has seen what happens to me when I run out of gas.

So, this Valentine’s Day, while I’m recharging myself by walking the beach and he’s back at home being our provider, I want him to know that I know he’s the real brains in this operation. But, I was right about one thing; I was right to say YES when he proposed. (Well, I was also right when I said he was a major goofball for being excited about the first season of The OC, but I was definitely right about deciding to marry him). Because nobody in the world is as solid, and reliable, and dependable as he is. Nobody is as funny (except for me when he’s not in the room). Nobody is a better father. Nobody is a better friend.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Trophy Husband.