True Love Tuesday
I'm sending this message out into the blogosphere, where it will be read by ones of people, I'm sure. But there's only one who really matters.
Happy Birthday, Elaine! I love you more than I can say. But here’s a short list of things I love about you:
I love that you persist in trying to talk to me while brushing your teeth, even though you know it bothers me. (And I get that you do it just to tweak me, and I'm cool with that.)
I love that you watch sports with me. I figure I owe you a few Chick Flicks by now.
I love that you mow the lawn. I’ll keep doing the dishes…(well, I do know the optimal way to load the dishwasher…)
I love that you love my pancakes and encourage me generally in my cooking (and I've gotten better since we were first married and I thought chicken had to be cooked for twenty minutes and basically turned into shoe-leather).
I love that you don’t complain about how hairy I am. That can’t have been high on your list of husbandly traits to look for.
I love that you haul around that heavy (and expensive, but we won't mention that) camera equipment and document our lives, and especially the life of our Little Man. Even when sometimes that means just documenting our getting take-out for dinner.
I love that you enjoyed it when Ethan discovered armpit music.
I love that you encourage me to write, and to even be a writer, even though you’re the English Major. And even though I want to write about bathrooms and theology.
I love that you nod politely when I talk about science fiction. And allow Ethan and me to enjoy Star Wars even though you’re not into it.
I love that you occasionally do random movie quotes, and don’t complain that I do it way too much.
I love that you have vision. For our home, for our yard, for our family.
And I love that you stretch your comfort zone. That you pour yourself into Ethan. Into homeschooling him, even though you don’t feel up to it. Even when you don’t feel good about how it’s going.
I love that you rebel against the “I could never homeschool” line we hear so often. That you do it even when it’s hard.
I love that you found something that worked and taught Ethan to read even though he wasn’t always into it. (You’re a big reason he loves to read now.)
I love you. I hope you have a great Birthday Week.