My husband is the best because:
We spend an hour looking for his health insurance card, deciding to actually file the piles of papers which need to be filed. On a whim, I check the "health insurance" folder which is already set up. First thing in there.
He mixes the wet (and squishy and gross) ingredients of the banana bread so I don't have to. He remembers to take them out in time when I forget to set the timer.
He used the note I wrote him as a printer test page and put it on the fridge.
He fixed my car.
He read Anne of Green Gables and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe because I asked him to. And he liked them.
He always puts the toilet seat and cover down so I'm not afraid to take my contacts out within five feet. He puts the Listerine back catty-corner in the corner the way I like it, because I asked him to.
He gets me up every morning; if he's not there, he sets the alarm for me.
On our wedding night, he sang to me all night because I couldn't go to sleep with an earache.
When I got too stressed out in planning the wedding, talking to my mother, he would talk to her even if he didn't want to, so I could take a break.
He forgives me for being horrible to him.
When the priest missed us for the Holy Gifts during communion, because we were singing, he came with me to the bathroom afterwards and held me when I cried. After Liturgy, he asked Father for the Eucharist for us and we were able to partake.
He reminds me to go talk to my father confessor.
He gives me a shining example of how to be an Orthodox Christian.
He named my new computer "the wifely one."
He polished my shoes again.
He vacuums, does dishes and laundry, and kills things with too many legs. He also reaches high things for me, and lifts heavy ones.
He sends me dumb links, like the one to the Wife-Carrying Championships in Finland.
He does horrible things with the English language, and thinks they're funny. And he's right.
He's almost always right.
He prays with and for me.
He gives me reason to thank God every day for simply being alive, even when I don't remember to.
He mixes the wet (and squishy and gross) ingredients of the banana bread so I don't have to. He remembers to take them out in time when I forget to set the timer.
He used the note I wrote him as a printer test page and put it on the fridge.
He fixed my car.
He read Anne of Green Gables and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe because I asked him to. And he liked them.
He always puts the toilet seat and cover down so I'm not afraid to take my contacts out within five feet. He puts the Listerine back catty-corner in the corner the way I like it, because I asked him to.
He gets me up every morning; if he's not there, he sets the alarm for me.
On our wedding night, he sang to me all night because I couldn't go to sleep with an earache.
When I got too stressed out in planning the wedding, talking to my mother, he would talk to her even if he didn't want to, so I could take a break.
He forgives me for being horrible to him.
When the priest missed us for the Holy Gifts during communion, because we were singing, he came with me to the bathroom afterwards and held me when I cried. After Liturgy, he asked Father for the Eucharist for us and we were able to partake.
He reminds me to go talk to my father confessor.
He gives me a shining example of how to be an Orthodox Christian.
He named my new computer "the wifely one."
He polished my shoes again.
He vacuums, does dishes and laundry, and kills things with too many legs. He also reaches high things for me, and lifts heavy ones.
He sends me dumb links, like the one to the Wife-Carrying Championships in Finland.
He does horrible things with the English language, and thinks they're funny. And he's right.
He's almost always right.
He prays with and for me.
He gives me reason to thank God every day for simply being alive, even when I don't remember to.
posted by magda at 6:05 PM
5 Comments:
What an awesome list! Thanks be to God for your incredible marriage, may you have many, many years!
I would like to thank my lovely wife for the list which gives me way too much credit, and Laura and Mimi for their wishes.
Magdalini, I am glad you love your husband so much. That is how marriage, especially Orthodox Christian marriage, is supposed to be. God Bless You.
I think I might cry! I made a list like that once and gave it to my husband for our anniversary.
When my husband started smoking again, I just keep concentrating on that instead of also thinking about how wonderful he is and how blessed I am to have him.
You and your husband are blessed to have found eachother.
God grant you many years.
The God stuff is why I married him. That's the best part. The rest is very much appreciated, but I know he likes to hear the God stuff the best.
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