Three Men and a Little CRaZy: 2011-06-05

Eight years ago today Steve and I were married on a little sailboat. I can honestly say that my love for him grows stronger and deeper with each year that passes.

We no longer exchange gifts after a series of big fails on both our parts :), but we do usually write sweet cards and enjoy a nice dinner together. Today will be no different but I thought it would be fun to post my feelings for him on our blog.

Weird?

Maybe.

Surprised at my weirdness?

Probably not.

I also thought it might be nice for the boys to one day read of my absolute love and admiration for their father.

And perhaps on days when I'm feeling a little less than head-over-heals in love, I can refer back to be reminded. :)

So here it goes, 100 things I love about my hubby...

He is quite possibly the best father in the history of fathers. (More on that to follow.)
He understands my crazy. (More on that to follow, too.)
The sound of his voice still make me weak in the knees.
He has taken over bath time because for some reason I do not like that task. (Maybe something to do with the splashing and scrubbing boy parts?)
He's a dog person and loves our dog like another child.
He still tells me I'm hot, eight years and two kids later.
He waters our plants.
He has an appreciation for a nice sunset.
He knows that if he comes up to an inverted cup on the floor with a post-it saying "BUG!", it means he's to dispose of it.
He still keeps in touch with his childhood and college friends. (I think that shows loyalty and determination.)
He is not a picky eater and will eat anything I make. (Minus grapes, but I'm okay with that.)
I trust him.
He trusts me.
He's got a cute butt.
He's honestly not the most patient person, but he has the patient of a saint when it comes to our kids.
He loves me, seemingly unconditionally.
When he wants to surprise me he buys a $.99 card and a $4 bunch of flowers from the grocery store because he knows I would think it was a waste to spend more.
If I need a hole dug, he's my man.
He takes the trash and recyclables out every Wednesday morning without fail. Then returns them that evening. (Sometimes it's the little things.)
He's the hottest pool boy a girl could ask for. :)
He works on home improvement projects with me even though he'd rather hire someone.
He loves oysters and cold beer.
He knows that on the rare occasions we go out for dinner it will most likely be to a place where I have a coupon.
He never take himself too seriously.
He is my best friend and soul mate.
He has started loading the dishwasher the way I have been requesting for years. (Can you say OCD??)
He no longer gives me trouble about all of our recycling piles and that each one has to be carried off to a different place.
He works magic with a plunger. I don't go near that thing. Ick.
He sometimes surprises me by washing my car.
He owns up to his mistakes.
He is the easiest going person I know.
He eats slowly and with his mouth closed. I like that in a man.
He is passionate about his job, his family, his friends, and good wine.
Our favorite nights are spent cuddled up on the couch with HEB sushi and the latest Modern Family episode.
I've been told that he lights up when speaking of me. Awwww...
He wakes up with the kids in the morning. This is HUGE.
He is the fun parent when I'm the strict parent and vice versa. It works really well for us.
He knows the way to my heart is cleaning under the couch cushions.
He mows the yard like a champ, and sometimes lets the boys push the mower (which they LOVE).
He looks GOOD in a pair of Levi's.
He wears the same size clothes as the day we met. Actually, that's pretty annoying.
He jumps right into playing with the kids before he even puts his briefcase down.
He doesn't golf near as much as he used to in order to be with the boys.
He gave up his UT football season tickets for the same reason.
He's still a kid at heart.
He doesn't judge people.
He still drives his 2001 Toyota Sequoia with 180,000+ miles with no little complaint.
He understands that I need "me" time and lets me have it.
He encourages me to do things that make me happy.
He puts the toilet seat down.
He sets up the coffee maker, complete with timer, the night before. Love that!
He re-wears his clothes so I don't have ridiculous amounts of laundry to do.
He doesn't say a word when I geek out on cupcakes and butterflies.
The boys think he hung the moon.
When I'm feeling far from it, he tells me I'm a good mom.
He traded office spaces with me after realizing I have waaaay more crap then he has.
He swims with the boys every day. (I have yet to get in the pool this summer.)
He teases me but really does appreciate my Food Nazi ways.
He is a hottie!!!!
We enjoy the same music. Think Paul Simon, Willie Nelson, Nelly, and Frank Sinatra on the same playlist...and anything KGSR.
We both think a night it can be just as good, if not better, than a night out.
He is a fair and honest boss, and people respect him. I respect him too.
He makes a big fat paycheck that allows me to stay at home with the kids.
He says he doesn't sleep well away from us.
He checks on the kids every night before he goes to bed.
He puts up with Luke's strong-willed ways waaaaay better than I do.
He has dreamy green eyes. (Did I just say dreamy?)
In an argument, I'm usually the one who closes up and he's the one who makes me talk it out.
He's good at apologizing, even when he probably wasn't the one who should have.
He was married once before and I think that's made him a better husband to me.
He cleans my hair out of the drain. (Sorry, I know that's kind of gross. Which is exactly why I can't do it.)
Last year when the kids filled the toilet with toys, he was the one to help them take them out.
He picks up the dog poop from the back yard.
He grills a mean steak. 74
Although I'm extremely competitive, I kind of enjoy that he kicks my butt at everything. Pool, bowling, shuffleboard, washers, you name it. It's pretty sexy.
He would go for a third kid if I was willing. (I am not willing.)
He makes pancakes and sausage for the kids on the weekends.
I only buy healthy organic whole grain buckwheat pancake mix and he ~~never~~ only sometimes complains.
When we pick up to-go food he's the one to get it. And he takes the dog with him because she loves to go for rides.
If he needs something purchased online he knows to come to me because I will ~~yell at him~~ always find a better deal.
He's a good kisser.
He "gets" me.
He is honest.
He's happy to drag the ladder in or the mitre saw out when I'm working on my next project.
He rarely complains about all my projects going on at once.
He also rarely complains about how I tend to bite off more than I can chew.
Wow, he is really sounding like a prince and I still have 16 more to go.
He is the yin to my yang. (Ok, this is getting cheesy.)
He completes me. Ha ha ha! Couldn't resist. Is anyone still reading this?
He was supportive of me going through natural childbirth. Enough said.
When I complain about gaining weight since the car accident, he says he hasn't even noticed. Huge points on this one.
He laughs even when I bust out with my inappropriate 14-year-old boy humor.
He plays ~~boring~~ board games with the kids.
He shares his food with me. (If you know him at all, this is huge.)
We share the same values and are committed to raising our kids to be thoughtful and capable adults.
When he does eat "bad food", he waits until the kids are in bed.
He finds what I have to say interesting. Most of the time.
He knows how to cut and install crown moulding. Kind of.
He is a good son.
He married well. :) (Couldn't resist.)

So there you have it. Please note this list was compiled in about an hour while the kids were napping. I'm sure I missed some, but I'm also sure he'll get the gist. And he's either going to think it's really sweet that I posted this on our family's blog or he's going to kill me.

Which one do you think it will be?

Happy Anniversary, sweetie! I love you!

xo,

Jess

Three Men and a Little CRaZy

Friday, June 10, 2011

100 Things