My husband is the nicest person I know, and he hates when I tell people that. I'm not sure what else he wants to be, but he never wants any recognition for himself, particularly for being kind, or endorsing my crazy plans.
He has supported me through my parents' illnesses and battles in the early years of our marriage, my mother's death four years later, several jobs and a career switch, and adventures as diverse as the Fairy Festival and the Rose Bowl (although with all the flowers, maybe they have more in common than I thought!).
He loves his parents, his sister and her family, and he's embraced my family, too. At no time does he complain about my dad, even when he found himself on an impromptu trip to the shooting range last week even though he doesn't like guns.
He's a great dog dad, waking early on weekends to take our crazy boy to the dog park. He didn't even blink the year I told him all I wanted to do was sit in the box of golden retriever puppies we'd met four week earlier, even though he knew that meant we'd have a new puppy during the time of year I work 60-75 hours weeks.
He's a great friend, and is still close with people from previous jobs, college, and childhood. In a few weeks, he'll travel with three of those friends.
What makes him perfect for me is that he trusts me, loves me, and will always support me. I'm one lucky woman.
He has supported me through my parents' illnesses and battles in the early years of our marriage, my mother's death four years later, several jobs and a career switch, and adventures as diverse as the Fairy Festival and the Rose Bowl (although with all the flowers, maybe they have more in common than I thought!).
He loves his parents, his sister and her family, and he's embraced my family, too. At no time does he complain about my dad, even when he found himself on an impromptu trip to the shooting range last week even though he doesn't like guns.
He's a great dog dad, waking early on weekends to take our crazy boy to the dog park. He didn't even blink the year I told him all I wanted to do was sit in the box of golden retriever puppies we'd met four week earlier, even though he knew that meant we'd have a new puppy during the time of year I work 60-75 hours weeks.
He's a great friend, and is still close with people from previous jobs, college, and childhood. In a few weeks, he'll travel with three of those friends.
What makes him perfect for me is that he trusts me, loves me, and will always support me. I'm one lucky woman.