Why I Love My Husband

He makes people laugh in awkward moments. He makes the lonely guy in the room feel comfortable. He scrubs the bathtubs. He can talk to anyone. He says a sincere thank you is the greatest reward he could ever get ~ and he means it. He knows the name of his janitor at work. He takes out the trash and night and isn’t afraid of the raccoons in the trashcan. He has never said one unkind word about his parents. He’s way more fun than anyone I’ve ever met. He wakes up and snuggles babies while I sleep like a rock. He can do things like replace breaks, build gates, wire a house for telephones, insulate our attic, etch glass and make gorgeous rosaries. He prays at night while he pretends to be asleep. He drives 3 hours each day for work, so he can take care of us, without complaining. He listens to hip hop music in the car when he’s by himself. He volunteered at the Ronald McDonald House when he was growing up. He thinks I’m beautiful. During college, he worked the night shift at a gas station in the ‘hood, because he paid his own way. He wants to go to space before he dies. He says he likes to listen to me talk. He went to a judge to have his name legally changed so his confirmation name would be on his diploma from Texas A&M. He taught our kids to say, “Thank you Mommy for this yummy dinner” no matter WHAT it really tastes like. He has the faith of a rock. When his cousin took care of a little deaf girl, he learned sign language so he could talk to her. He could finish his mother’s sentences. Katherine asked him to give up working for Lent, so she could be with him all day long. He bought an antique anvil from a guy in Houston and now they write emails back and forth. When Emelie was born, he held her ALL night long while I slept; he wouldn’t put her down. He loves old books. He watches Pride and Prejudice with me. He likes to give waiters a hard time at restaurants. He makes a mean martini. He’s friends with lady who runs the drive-through register at McDonald’s. He remembers everything he learns. When he was a little boy, the sixth of seven children, his grandmother looked at him sitting at her kitchen table and whispered to his mother, “Take care of him. He’s a deep one.”