This week is me and my husband’s 5th anniversary. So I found it fitting to write a blog paying tribute to the man who’s genes make of half of Carter’s DNA (I like to throw that fact around whenever I get a chance…makes me feel less responsible for how that kid is turning out.)
He has so many great qualities that it’s hard to name just a few. But I'll try:
He’s really caring. He’s always looking out for my well-being. Like the time that I came home early from work because I was deathly ill and I just knew that when I walked in the door he would immediately take care of me, tuck me in and make me a cup of tea. And naturally when he saw me he said “What the hell are you doing home? I’m still watching my motorcycle show, ya know.” Soooo…is that a no on the tea then?
He always puts me first. My safety is his number one concern. One day I fell while carrying our vacuum up the stairs. Upon hearing the extremely loud bang my loving husband frantically ran over and yelled up “Is the vacuum ok?” But I didn’t mind cause he explained “We have insurance for you…I don’t want to have to buy a new vacuum.” See? What a Sweetheart!
Whenever I need an ego boost he’s there to tell me how beautiful I am. I told him that on my walk with the boys one day I got beeped at by three different cars. His response? “Well I would stop walking in the middle of the street then.” Hands off ladies, he’s all mine!
He really gets into the holidays, too! Last year he came home from Christmas shopping, ignored me and kids and walked straight to the liquor cabinet. After pouring himself a large scotch, he took a sip and said "I hate this fucking holiday!" I truly have the merriest husband in all the land!
He’s a great father, the kids learn so much from him. One morning while I was changing Carter’s diaper he suddenly pointed down and said, "Don't touch your balls!" He looked very proud of himself, as if he had been saving up this pearl of wisdom for some time and was glad that he finally got to share it with me. Dads teach the best life lessons, huh?
He also has a very unique fashion sense. The first time I left him alone with Carter I came home to find my precious baby boy wearing a red and brown striped shirt, baby blue sweatpants and green socks. I wanted to cry...in fact I think I may have actually cried. But Mike pointed out the fact that “Hey, at least he’s WEARING clothes! Can’t we just celebrate the little victories?”
He’s super good at home improvement projects. And he’s always patient while working on them. Last year when we had all the rain and flooding I woke up one morning to my two beautiful children, a nice hot cup of coffee and the soothing sounds of my husband screaming “FUCK YOU RAIN!!!” at the top of lungs from the basement. Ahhh…bliss!
He’s a really hard worker. One night I happened to comment that it was impossible to set up Carter’s new train tracks so that they looped around twice and met back together. And wouldn’t you know it; Mike then spent the next THREE HOURS trying to prove me wrong. Now that’s dedication. I hope our children inherit his work ethic.
So there you have it, folks, just a short list of some of the reasons why life with Mike is so fun! Happy Anniversary, honey!