Meme about my man

What is his name? David
How long have you been married? 16 years
How long did you date? 2 years
How old is he? 40
How old are you? 34
Who eats more sweets? He does (well I eat more once a month when I am scarfin' the chocolate)
Who is taller? He is 8 inches taller than I am.
Who can sing better? Oh my goodness he does (you can't even call what I do singing).
Who is smarter? Ummm...I'd have to say he is.
Who does the laundry? He helps me do it on Sundays.
Who does the dishes? Always me.
His guilty pleasure? Dave never feels guilty about anything.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? That would be me.
Who cooks dinner? Again always me (in sixteen years he hasn't cooked once).
Who is more stubborn? He is.
Who kissed who first? He kissed me first (I was looking up and babbling about the stars and he said, 'You talk too much' and then he kissed me).
Who asked who out first? It was a blind date (my very first date) (thank you Uncle James!!).
Who proposed? He did.
Who has more siblings? I do (I have a brother and Shanna and he has a sister).
Who wears the pants? Oh definitely him (and I wouldn't have it any other way).
What is your favorite thing about him? I'd tell you, but I swore off dirty posts after the Pablo fiasco.

Love Note With A Twist

This morning while I was showering a wave of hubba, hubba husband love washed over me. You know, the kind of feeling that a wife can only feel early in the morning BEFORE their hubby actually wakes up and opens his mouth and ruins a perfectly good moment.

Oh I kid. My husband never annoys me when he opens his mouth (I love you honey!!! You can go back to watching ESPN now. Muah!).

Okay, where was I? Oh yes, I was in the showering feeling all warm and lovey dovey (gosh, that sounds dirty. What is with my blogging lately??). Well, while I was feeling sappy I spotted Brookie's bathtub markers and that gave me a grand idea. Dave always showers after I do so I decided to take the red marker and write a big giant I HEART U on the shower wall for him to find. After that was done I went back to my normal showering routine and smiled stupidly to myself as I thought of his reaction to my note. I thought of the way my serious, quiet, anal retentive husband would smile and...

Wait....anal retentive....he is anal retentive and he is going to climb into this shower and see my note and instead of a little love note left to make him smile he is going to see RED MARKER on his SHOWER WALL and he is going to FLIP OUT. He has never given the girls a bath. He'd have no idea what shower markers were. Well poohdunkle. Now what was I going to do? I really didn't want to wash it off. I wanted to surprise him with a note in the shower, but I didn't want to make him angry. So I did this:




In case you can't read it, the note ended up saying: I HEART U (don't freak...this is a tub marker).

After I amended my little note I once again returned to my regularly scheduled shower and then halfway through washing my hair I started to giggle. What kind of love note was that? Who wrote an amendment to a love note? The more I thought about it the harder I giggled at myself. I almost decided to erase it all and forget the whole thing, but then it occurred to me that there was nothing wrong with my note. It may not be a typical love note, but it was OUR kind of love note and it was perfect...perfect for us. So I left it and guess who loved it?

My anal retentive husband loved it, that's who.

Warning: Mushy Post Ahead

We were going through a drawer of old photos and keepsakes at Dave's parent's house and found this letter that Dave wrote:

That little sweet talker had quite a way with words didn't he? I really loved finding this note. It made my heart go pitter-pat. He was in the second grade when he wrote this, that is the same grade Brookie is in now. It's hard to imagine the boy he was back then. Somewhere along the way he lost most of the sweet talk (and the legible handwriting), but I know that in the heart of my big, tough man still lives that loving little boy. I can see it in the way he takes care of our girls. I can see it in the way he worries over the troubled students on his campus. I can hear it in his voice when he talks to his dad. I can feel it when he puts his arms around me.

I took this picture yesterday on the way home from my parents. I had been sleeping for quite some time (hours actually) and when I woke up I didn't say anything. I just lay there looking at him, my eyes hidden behind my shades. He was unshaven and rugged looking. He was so calm and at ease driving his car full of sleeping girls safely home. That's when it occurred to me that I don't need the sweet talking little boy inside him to tell me how he feels. He shows me every day in so many ways. Like when he checks every lock in the house before bed to make sure we are safe or when he kisses each of us goodbye before leaving for work in the mornings.



We've been married sixteen and a half years and I love the big lug even more now than I did at eighteen when we first wed.



And I think he is very, very, very, very pretty.