Moms will agree with me, when I say we are always running behind. I am always late, even when it would seem impossible to be late, I make it happen. So without further adieu I will finish my thirty thoughts as to why I love my husband.
Thirteen more thoughts to finish, not that I do not have thirteen thoughts as to why I love my husband, but they maybe a little abstract since I am trying to draw them up all at once. In order to keep me on my toes I am going to do this like a countdown, Enjoy.
Thirteen: He loves to cook. At one point in our relationship he was a stay at home dad, and took over everything to my amazement. He grocery shopped, created a meal plan, and even planned our budget at the grocery down to the penny. I was in awe, but it did not last forever. I was so crippled by my lack of attendance at the grocery, I would call him and ask, “What do we need, how do I shop again?” I loved coming home to his creations; the kitchen is truly his art studio.
Twelve: My dear husband lets me explore options with my hair. I am one of the women who enjoy changing their hair once a month. I like to dye it, cut it, you name it. He sweetly smiles each time and says, “Whatever you like sweetheart.” Some of his response may be due to the fact we have been together for sixty months, and that is a lot of change. No matter to me, his flexibility is awesome in my eyes.
Eleven: I used to get up early and do my hair and makeup. Not anymore, having a child put an end to that. I am sure people think after four years I would adjust and slowly but surely I am. My husband adjusted to the look of me without all the upgrades. I used to feel so self conscience of the lack of makeup, but he helped to understand my beauty is on the inside, and even without the frills, I am still pretty jazzy.
Ten: He massages my feet even though he is the one who is working all day. This means the world to me; it shows he sees my work in the house. He does not have to use words or gifts he uses his actions. This simple gesture usually makes my day, and lets me see that he sees what I do all day.
Nine: He embraces my craftiness, it may not do him much good, but he loves because it makes me happy. This man does not have a crafty bone in his body, and most likely will not ever scrapbook with me, but he does look at my work and gives his input. Awesome!
Eight: He accepts the fact that I cannot stand snoring, and politely rolls over after I jab in the side a couple of times. I do not know how other men react, but I know if my husband was poking at me telling me to move in my sleep, I would not respond so well. He on the other hand just quietly moves and quits snoring. I love it.
Seven: He trusts me enough to shave his side burns. I cannot cut a straight line with a paper cutter, I do not know how I manage to fudge it up, but I do. So the fact that he asks me to cut his sideburns every so often is a big sign of trust to me.
Six: He gives into my quirks every now and then. I have some pretty outrageous ones that need to be worked out and put to bed, but most of the time he obliges me and accommodates. I think it is awesome because he has some of his own quirks that conflict with mine, but somehow we cohabitate and I do not ever see that ending.
Five: We are in the final countdown; quite frankly I am happy because I am running out of reasons off hand. He takes the time to read my blog, even when it is not about him. I sure this month it has taken priority since it is about him, but even when I post about “boring” women things, he gives a moment of his day to me.
Four: He wipes away my tears even if I am crying about nonsense. Sometimes I just have those days where an injured lady bug could make me ball my eyes outs. No matter the cause he is standing beside me wiping the tears away.
Three: He plays imaginary with my son like no other. I love that his inner child is alive and well. I think it is an important aspect of parenting. I love watching him help to cultivate our child’s imagination. May I say, he is really good at helping our child’s imagination grow.
Two: This thought may be a repeat, but it is a good one to repeat. He stands beside me through thick and thin, not just metaphorically but also weight wise. I packed on the pounds while I was pregnant; I dropped them pretty quick, became a stay at home mom, and put a few back pounds back on. No, seriously no matter what is happening with my family (his in laws), he stands with me and holds my hand. He keeps me strong and grounded, for this I am thankful beyond belief.
The number one reason: If you are imaging someone reading this a loud as you reading it, please try to hear (“the number one reason”) through a megaphone. He loves me, plain and simple. This man picked me, and he loves me for me. He loves me when I am at my best and my worst, including all the places in between. He hears my problems, listens to me whine, and regards my issues as his. This amazes me beyond belief. I know the love of Jesus, learning the love of a father, and gaining knowledge of what a wonderful husband looks like. I could go on about this point forever but I believe that my readership gets the point.
Thank you guys who have taken this journey with me, I hope you are ready to buckle up for a couple more. I am staying to true to myself and making decisions at the last moment about my January subject. Stay tuned for the surprise.
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