I’m not one to gush about how amazing my husband is. Sometimes I feel like when people do that it feels a little forced, as if to say “I’m bragging about my husband so you don’t know how crappy my life really is!” Which is silly, I know. (So feel free to continue to gush about your honey on FB.) It’s just not typically me.
But this week I have been away from my sweetheart and every day–no, more like every minute–I’ve been realizing how much I really love him. Call it a mixture of pregnancy-amplified emotions and missing him and parenting on my own. Whatever the case may be, I am so grateful for him in my life.
He has this magical way with our kids. Even when I’m literally seconds from blowing my top, he can come in with this calm and playful demeanor that just handles them. They just adore him. Tonight we did a video chat and 17 month old Lukey said “Hi daddy, I love you!” and I nearly died.
And he is very helpful taking care of them. He helps put them to bed every night and we take turns sleeping in on the weekends.
He always takes out the garbage. And that’s a big deal, since we have a lot of it and our nearest dumpster is like a 1/4 mile away from our door.
He fixes everything. And he hangs up heavy wall items even though he hates the thought of all the giant holes we will have to fill before we move.
He is so patient with my endless need to create. He is never surprised to come home and find me working on something new. I have my mother-in-law to thank for that, who is super creative and always enlisted his help in her own projects.
He is silly and makes me laugh. He is 100% himself with me. And I mean 100%. Maybe 110%.
He is ambitious but not to the point of being a workaholic. I am so glad he is ambitious. I could have never married someone who wasn’t–someone who turns 40 and has decided he’s good with his career as a server at Chili’s. That might sound greedy, but I needed to be with someone who I knew could provide for his family and utilize the talents that God has given him. And my hubby definitely utilizes his talents.
He’s freaking smart. Let’s set aside the fact that he thought Japan was a continent–this man knows and can remember how anything in the human body works, is a financial genius (that doesn’t mean we’re going to be rich, it just means he knows EXACTLY where our money is and where it will be in 40 years), and knows pretty much everything that’s going on in world news. Oh and he also can figure out anything technology/electronics-wise. My sister in law says he could make a great career selling ipads, since he loves to show everyone all the features on his.
He’s obsessive. Not sure if one would qualify this as a positive thing, but it does mean that when an idea takes hold upon him, he will not let it go until he has read and researched EVERYTHING about it. He decides we need a new TV, he will spend hours and hours looking up everything about it and finding the best deal. So he is the resident electronics guru. And one time he took a religious class in college and loved it so much he bought tons of books about the topic and pretty much couldn’t stop telling me stories.
And loves God. And his parents. ’nuff said.
He’s not perfect, by any means. He has his faults, just like every man. But I miss him a lot this week. He is my best friend, my very best friend.