Treasure Tuesday

Since our anniversary was Saturday, and I just did the post on how we met, I thought it only fitting that my treasure be my husband. (Besides, he's been feeling a little neglected that I haven't listed him as a treasure yet!)

But yes, of course this wonderful husband of mine is a treasure!


Joe and I were actually both married before - they were rough marriages to say the least. I think we were both a little skeptical at first to even think of going down that road again, but on the other hand we both knew what we wanted and didn't want in a marriage and for a partner for life.

Because of his patience he made me believe in love again; he showed me just how wonderful it could be. I came to see there really was someone who would respect me and cherrish our relationship. I found him to be tender, caring, compassionate, level-headed, open to communication, willing to listen, sweet, honest, and all that good stuff!

He's encouraged me in everything I've wanted to do. He backed me up with whatever decision I made whether it was to return to work after Kayla was born, or stay home with her.

He didn't bat an eye when I informed him I would be taking over the checkbook because he knew I was more conservative when it comes to finances!

He humors me with my fanaticism with the Boston Red Sox. Likewise he indulged me when I told him I wanted us to drive over 8 hrs away to Arlington, TX and spend two nights there and attend two baseball games because the Red Sox (of course) were playing the Rangers. And if we were going all that way I was not settling for nose-bleed seats; oh no, we had to have prime seats for each game on the 3rd base side (because the Sox would be in the visiting dugout of course!) We did this 2 years in a row (and then Kayla came along and we haven't had a chance to go again.)

When I was pregnant he would rub my feet whenever they bothered me. He rubbed lotion on my itchy belly practically every night. He went to just about every doctor appointment with me. He read chapters out of a book to my belly every night because I wanted the baby to get familiar with his voice too.

From the moment Kayla was born he embraced the roll of proud father and he's been a very "hands-on" dad ever since - never balking at changing a dirty diaper! When we found out about her diagnosis he was my rock; he kept me grounded and assured me everything would be ok. He encouraged me to go out to the spouses' group meetings and social events and bunco nights even though he had to deal with a baby at home who preferred fresh milk to pumped and stored milk from a bottle...who would frustrate him by refusing a bottle...but they got through it!

He (un)willingly accepted when I told him he could give Kayla (most) all her baths because that was father/daughter special bonding time and he only complains sometimes.

Where I'm emotional about everything he's "cool, calm and collected." He's laid-back and it takes a lot to rile him - which is nice because that means less arguments :)

When he leaves for work in the morning he always comes back to the bedroom and gives me a kiss, even if I'm in a deep sleep, and tells me to have a good day.

He sets a bowl out on the counter for me before he leaves (for my breakfast).

He thanks me for dinner; even when it's just leftovers.

He does the dinner dishes without protest.

He washes the vehicles and mows the lawn.

He never lets a day go by without saying "I love you."

For those, and so many more reasons, he is my treasure.

I love you honey!

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