Anyhow, here are five of the bzillion reasons why I love my very dear husband:
1. His monkey face. He doesn't really look like a monkey. But he can pull his ears out, puff up his cheeks, and open his eyes really wide and make the most hilarious (and cute) monkey face! He first debuted this talent when we were dating and then it kind of fell by the wayside over our almost 10 yrs of marriage. Now it is reserved only for special occasions like when I'm having a very, very bad day. Grumpy, cranky old me being mean to him. Does he retaliate and be mean back? Nope. He'll suddenly just look at me and make that silly face and all is well in the world.
2. His notes. He doesn't have the best handwriting in the world. Actually, I'm the official form-filler-outer. My dear hubby will occasionally leave little notes for me around the house. A scrap of paper in my jewelry box, taped to the closet door, or on the bathroom mirror. He's not romantic in a big, over-the-top kind of way...but it is the many, many little things (like these notes) that he shows his love and kindness to me every single day.
3. He's a gentleman. He always opens the car door for me. And he always says thank you for the meal...even if it didn't turn out right. I'll never forget the time I made jerk shrimp. I put it in front of him and he started to eat it. When I finally sat down and took the first bite, I totally gagged. It was SO nasty!!! Horrific-ly horrible. Completely nast-ola! I could not even swallow that first bite. I told him he didn't have to eat it, but he didn't want to hurt my feelings. He was able to choke down three more bites before it all went in the trash! Yup, he's a trooper. And I love him.
4. He's blind when it matters. My crazy man will look at me at the end of a long day (or at the beginning of one) and tell me I am beautiful. Morning breath, Texas-summer-sweat kind of stinky, grouchy-cranky, or ratty old t-shirt...it doesn't matter. I can look so ultra-yuck and he still tells me I am beautiful. If love is blind, he must love me A LOT because he can be so very, very blind sometimes! And that is a very good thing.
5. He realizes that shopping is therapeutic. It's terrible. All the females in my family are addicted to shopping. It's a trait we inherited from our mother. My very smart husband realized the value of this addiction early on. This has been especially useful since having children. Whenever I've had an extremely bad one of those days (which usually happens while he's at work for a few days in a row), he comes home and tells me to just leave. Just go somewhere...have coffee with your friends, go shopping, go read a book...just go and stay out as long as you want! It's terrible that this actually works, huh? But I just need a few hours of alone time and then I am rejuventated and my happy self again. I slink back home feeling a tad bit guilty of my previously bad mood and find the kids in bed, the house quiet, and dh waiting for me with a great big hug and kiss.
Yup, I LOVE that man o' mine!