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This year, Nick and I are celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary. He's an amazing guy. Looking back over the last 10 years we have survived living 4 states apart for 2 years, raising three children (not finished yet) and deployments that have totaled living apart for over 3 years. If you have never witnessed Nick and I together, you wouldn't know how much alike we are. Opposites don't always attract. And when they don't, you get one loud and vocal couple. That's us!

There aren't too many people I try to please, but this guy is one of them. I have heard compliments about how Nick coaches. He's a good coach. He is patient, hands on, and takes his time explaining the technique. Recently, his doctor referred some athletes to Nick to help train.

Nick knows his stuff but this is where he is different. I can be screaming in his face. Telling him to shut up, get lost, I can't do it, that's stupid, whatever it may be. He just stands there. He waits until I'm done yelling, and he picks up right where he left of.

He cheers for me because he knows I have the strength, and before he watches me fail.
He puts his bar down and watch my lift in the middle of a set.
He constantly goes over every move over and over and over again to help me understand.
He sees my strengths when I only see my failures.

My favorite gym memory with Nick was when I dead lifted last December. He was standing beside me and he couldn't believe I had pulled up the weight. I could see his face to the left side. He was so excited.

Recently, I did well in a workout. When I woke up the next morning, I had a text message from him. It just said, you did Fran in 5:50.

We all need a cheerleader. We all need that extra burst of confidence. We all need someone to believe.