I Heart Hubby

I've been thinking lately that I don't give hubby enough credit. He puts up with so much and still comes home every night. I used to tease it's because he's blond and he only knows one way home and one way to work. That's not actually true. He knows two ways to work and two ways home.

Really, though, he was blond when I marrried him. Can you imagine all my dark married to a blond guy? Believe it. As the years have gone by, he's gotten darker and darker. Now he's a light brown. I still think those roots go deep.

Hubby is the man that God picked out for me. I was at such a low point in my life. I felt like I was on the verge of a breakdown because of the major life changes that I had recently made. In a city full of debauchery and sin and lots of fun, in a bar on the Air Force base, we found each other, two souls that were lost and hurting and unsure. It is amazing at where our lives have ended up. For two people that were just looking for a little fun, a little understanding, a way, to be where we are now is a miracle given to us.

Hubby has completed some task around the house that have needed doing and weren't getting done. I could excuse it all day long. As much as I hate whiny and making excuses, I've become pretty efficient at it. In truth, some of the tasks were a little daunting. Hubby has stepped up lately and completed some of those tasks.

On New Year's Day, we rearranged the living room. That may not seem like a huge task, but you haven't seen our stuff. He put together an entertainment center on New Year's Eve with the big girl. That was a major undertaking. It was also the most important part. He put up with his wife while she struggled to figure out which books stayed and which ones went on the book shelf when it got moved. He was most of the muscle and only rolled his eyes at me two or three times.

He replaced our kitchen faucet. I've posted about the horrible leak and the random spraying before. He actually had to install two. The first one ended out not working the right way. He had to take it out and put another in. I love it. It does make a pretty good splash if you aren't careful when you turn it on, so just turn slow instead of full blast. Ok. It is so nice to have room under the faucet to get my big dishes now. The hand sprayer is my favorite part.

He has painted walls and doors in the girls' rooms. I only wanted certain walls painted and the girls wanted part of their doors painted. It is this really great purple that I would like in our room. But we have a gold wall, so I don't now how it would look with both colors. He painted them without complaint and did a great job. He does all the taping, too. I am not very good at the taping part, but I'm pretty good with the painting part. Our next big painting project is the living room. I might try to squeeze a hallway out of him, we'll see.

He replaced a switch thingy on the well pump. The pump would just quit. We would have to go out and knock on a gray box outside to get it started. It would start back up and run. But you never knew when it would quit again. It was a switch that flips when the pump is coming back to pressure. It works like a charm.

He replaced our water softener system. That took a little bit of ingenuity. He had to go twice to the parts store to get what he needed. But he got it done. It works like a charm. I am so happy. We had been without the softener for a couple of days. We had the water tested and it tested fine, but you could really tell a difference in the way the laundry felt. I am so glad that's done. That was by far the biggest project to date. I'm hoping we're done with that for awhile.

Right now he's digging the pool in. The pool. I cannot even think about the junk associated with that. But he's out there in the sun, digging away, making plans for a deck and a fence. It has to be fenced by law, so he's plotting how he wants to do it. I'm still holding my judgement on the pool. You can go here for that lovely post. He's working on it, so that's the important part.

He's worked on the washer and our old fridge. He fixed the fridge and we use it for overflow when we have a lot from the veggie co-op. I wanted a new fridge and the old one dying was a great excuse. The washer was taking a million years to fill up. I exaggerate. It took 999,999 years to fill up, but he fixed that, too. Yea!

He is always there when I need him. If we have a special event at church, he always makes sure he has the day off so he can be there. Sometimes volunteers are hard to come by. He saves my bacon everytime. He is calming and soothing for me when I am manic and crazy. He talks me down from the ledge every time. Just knowing he is there is enough for me. Sometimes he'll touch my leg or my hand to help me take a breath and take a second before I say something I can't take back. I have been stranded several times and he has always come to my rescue. I was stranded in Miami when we had gone to spend time with him at Thanksgiving one year. He was working there and would come home every 13 days, but he wasn't getting any time off for turkey day. He came tearing into the parking lot and helped guide me out of a very shady neighborhood. He got me safely to the interstate and on our way. He drove across town at break neck speed when I got rear ended and ended up stranded on my way to pick up the big girl from day care.

He gets me. He understands my humor, my moods. Maybe not the moods, but I don't always understand those. He knows the best way for me to handle most situations is to talk about them. It's when I don't talk he gets worried. But he's always there no matter the mood. He laughs at my jokes. He even jokes back with me. He plays "slug bug" with me. Some of you may know it as punch buggy. Whatever. We have a sixteen year long game going. We play every time we're in a car. I don't mean together. While we are driving, seperately, we've been known to call each other just to say "Slug bug!"

Hubby is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love him more and more every day. I am grateful beyond belief that he loves me back. He has given me the best 16 years of my life, three kids, a great life. He is smart, funny, handsome as can be, and a wonderful person. He is the best person I know. And he's all mine. This is just my way of saying thank you to my hubby for everything. I love that man.