My husband’s name is Jameson. His friends and family call him Jamo [Jay-moe].
On our second or third date, I called him Jamo, and he winced a little and replied, “Ooh… could you not call me that? Only girls who were just my friends called me that.”
I was a little miffed, “Well, I’m your friend.”
He replied, “Yeah, but we’re dating. ‘Jameson’ is just more, um, intimate I guess.”
Haha, this let me know he really liked me.
Jameson is my best friend.
He is six-foot-four-inches tall.
He loves to play basketball, watch basketball, and read about basket ball (and the news, he's all about the news).
He is bold and blunt.
He’s learning that bold and blunt isn't always my favorite . . . I guess you could say we’re learning from each other. I’m learning to be more bold and blunt, and for my sake, he’s learning about sugar coating.
He is sooooooo funny.
Last semester, we had the same hour break between classes. I would call him as I left the fine arts building, and say, "Hi, I'm leaving the building now, where are you?" He'd whisper, "I could be anywhere," and start ninja-ing around campus on the Quad until he'd jump out of behind a bush right behind me! I'd be running around trying to find him before he had a chance to surprise me... we must have been fun to watch. Two adult crazies running around playing ninja spy.
Jameson helps me with everything.
He helps me wake up..He does the laundry and dishes, but doesn't really cook much...He helps me not skip class,He helps me remember to brush my teeth....He helps me laugh and not take things too seriously.
Lately, I've been prettyyyyyy busy and booked and overloaded, etc. He has been a saint. He has helped me remember the things that matter most, and to choose to be happy, and laugh. I love him.
Yeah... I know this is a lot of mushy mushy brag brag, but it's all true. and hey, I didn't make you read it. ;)
All in all, I love my husband. He is my best friend, my partner in crime, my helper, my protector, my love.