I have an amazing husband. He tries to come off as gruff and cynical, but I know he has a heart of gold. He is a complicated man. On Sunday, my husband was sick, so he stayed home from church with our youngest. They were supposed to be napping.
Instead, he surprised me with a clean house.
Downstairs swept and mopped, no small feat, it is about 1300 sq ft+ of tile.
Dishes done.
Kitchen counters clean and clear.
Trash by the door to be taken out.
Living room picked up.
Playroom/Schoolroom picked up.
Clothes and dirty rags in dirty laundry bins.
Load of laundry in washer and one in the dryer.
12 loads of clean laundry sorted and almost put away.
Boys' room clean.
Shoes gathered and placed in the shoe bin.
He does this because he knows it makes me happy and calm to tame our chaotic house. I am a very fortunate woman.
You may be thinking, "Don't get used to this," but this is not an isolated event.
He is building builtins for the boy's bedroom, even after swearing he would never build another built in again, ever.
He does goofy things like ride the kids' bikes when they are learning to ride and swinging on a swing with the older kids.
I admire his energy, his determination, and his sense of humor.
He takes the kids swimming almost every day.
He becomes more handsome with each passing yearHe is thoughtful.
He cares deeply about me and what I think.
He supports me and all my fanciful daydreams.
He loves me unconditionally.
He does all this because he wants to see me smile and my eyes sparkle.
I am a fortunate woman. I have what I always believed a marriage should be. A partnership, unconditional love, a dear friend, an equal, and a companion. He keeps me grounded with love and the same time encourages me to persue my dreams.
