My Sweeter Half

Friday night is our official date night and last night was no exception.  I typically have a craving for Chinese food on the weekends so my husband obliged my craving and we had a great dinner on the east side at a restaurant not far from his office.  Afterwards we had some errands to run because who really wants to get home to 4 boys too early??? I'd rather they all be in bed by the time I get home.

I'm not sure what I did or said to trigger his comment as we were walking into Target but he says to me "I know somewhere deep inside you are nice." ouch!!!  Perhaps I resemble that because then we get into the store he asks if we need a cart and I say "no we are just returning something... unless you wanted to go find a shirt to buy that won't fit you and which you will never return."  (he has a history of buying things and not returning them but do I really need to rub it in???)  

My husband has his .... I wouldn't say faults ... I would say... things that drive me crazy.  But these things are insignificant when I compare them to all his wonderful characteristics.  He is the sweeter half of our marriage.  In no particular order these are some of the things I love about him:

1.  He thinks I'm beautiful (he also has really bad eyesight and a very strong prescription. fortunate for me because I was once described as homely by a family friend... my husband's poor eyesight or the fact that he is desperately in love with me blinds him to my looks.)

2.  He makes me laugh (sometimes unintentionally).  

3.  He is sooooo patient with me and my chronic headaches and migraines (I don't think I would be as generous if the shoe was on the other foot).

4.  He calls me a couple of times a day to check in and see how things are going and always asks if there is something he can pick up on the way home from work.  As sanity is not something you can pick up in a store I have to settle for milk and bananas.

5.  I love his honesty.  Remember I HATE being lied to.  

6.  He never talks bad about me in front of others (I should probably have a New Year's Resolution to do the same for him and not admit that he leaves his laundry on the floor, drinks straight from the milk container (ewww), rewinds to watch his favorite commercials , watches shows that bore me like Bear Grylls survive dangerous situations..why just now he was demonstrating how cold it was and how his knife was stuck to his hand - don't just pull it off he says or you'll take your skin off, to get it off you must pee on your hand - and Bear demonstrates it (thank goodness it was blurred out) .... remember deep down he's sure I'm nice inside.... so maybe one day I'll be as nice on the outside as he believes I am on the inside.

7.  I love his smile and his laugh.  They are contagious.  (sometimes if he is laughing too much I have to investigate because it means a boy/boys are the target of his teasing ... and when ANY dad is on a teasing roll someone ends up crying ... I speak from personal experience) ... still a smile and laugh that melt me.

8.  I love the cute sounds he makes as he is falling asleep.  Little sighs and sweet sounds of contentment (apparently I've recently started snoring... not so cute.)

9.  He does a great job of taking kids with him on Saturdays to run errands so I can have "me" time.  I don't even have to ask.  Thanks Brett!!!

10.  Although I have to draw his attention to my latest posts (I don't know if I'll tell him about this one) or ask him what he thinks about the latest quilt I have made and now he HAS to attend Gospel Doctrine class because I was recently called to teach every other week.  He does  a great job giving me compliments even if the quilt is pink and really... do boys care about pink quilts... and tells me I did a great job teaching my lesson when I'm sure he would much rather be out in the hall having a "meeting" with his friends (and by meeting I mean talking about fantasy football).  

You're the best sweetie and a love you the most!!!!