Prayer

When we pray in church, and I lean my head on your shoulder, you lean your head on mine.

You let me call "not it"

Quiet, empty night

I'm a work widow tonight again, but I know it's because you are a good man. You want to take care of us & that means keeping your job. And if doing a good job means you have to put in that extra time, then you do it. Anyone can do what's easy. You try to do what's right. You're my hero.

Signed, sealed, delivered

We signed the contract. Barring anything crazy, the house will be ours in July.

I was smiling and hugging you tonight, and you just looked at me and said, "I know."

Making a house a home

Today we put an offer on a house.

In 90 minutes, we saw the house and signed the papers. Exciting and terrifying. Now we wait for a reply.

You continue to hold my kite string.

This could be the house where we raise our family. Thank you for letting me imagine that with you.

Full plates

The past few weeks have been rough. Physically and personally. For both of us. And our time together on a daily basis has dwindled to almost zero.

But the communication hasn't stopped. You know the perfect moments to send an encouraging text, or when a phone call is needed. You are there to listen - always - even with a million things on your plate (& none of them edible.)

Less than two weeks, and I will be holding hands with you, praying we can avoid seasickness together!

Next to Jeff, Next to Normal

It's been too long since my last post, but I swear I think of things to post a hundred times a day.

Tonight you were my theatre date.  You let me show you why I love the modern American musical.  You let me cry on your arm.  I wasn't going to make you go because I know it's not your thing, but you insisted because you knew it was important to me.

I know things are getting crazy already with the house hunting, but I've already got my home.

The opposite of a heart breaker

Last night at the hometown concert of your all-time favorite band, you screamed like a little girl, laughing and full of excitement. You videoed every time he spoke and rewatched those moments as soon as we got home. You held my hand and danced with me. Seeing you so happy brought me a special kind of happiness - one I think that might be exclusive to married couples. Nevertheless, it was awesome.

Big little things

You can read my mind.

And in the middle of the night when I wake up and can't fall back to sleep, I am not upset or scared. Your breathing soothes me.

You did an extra load of laundry so I could have underwear to wear tomorrow.

You said that dinner was awesome twice tonight.

You had fallen asleep already but when I wanted to turn down the tv, you did it for me.

You have kept me in your profile picture on facebook.

You just made horse sounds in your sleep.

You let me put up wedding decorations in the house even though they are girly and don't match.

You are taking classes on how to be a Lutheran for me.

You agreed to join the praise band.

You have coffee with me after church and you're always just as hungry as I am.

You make me laugh. Splitting your pants and breaking your belt in one day?! Ha!

You rewind the tv and watch the same lines over and over again. Your giggles are my favorite sound in the whole world.

Forgotten and Remembered

Last night, you forgot to ask me if I wanted something when you drove thru for a late night treat.  (I caught you when your beard smelled like chocolate milkshake.)  BUT - then when confronted, you didn't get defensive.  You offered to go out and get me whatever I wanted.  I didn't make you do it, but it matters that you offered.

Also, today in your blog post, you said I was awesome.  I love your shout-outs.  They make me blush.

A load of pooh

Last night you did a Winnie the Pooh impression.  It consisted of you using a lady's voice to say, "I'm Winnie the Pooh.  I don't have pants.  My shirt is too small.  Piglet is not for consumption.  Owl!"

You are ridiculous.

Wake up call

You don't mind at all whenever I wake you up - be it to say "Hi" or give a kiss or to say that I miss you. I'm gonna keep waking you up.

Also, I love your rapture-themed version of "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go." There are none like you.

Not outta gas

You borrowed my car last night and put a full tank of gas in it.  You don't even do that in your car!

Let me count the ways...

I think about things to put in this blog a hundred times a day. And to clarify - I didn't marry you because I expected these things. They're just some of the many ways God blesses me through you. You do these amazing things and I get it. I get why you are the one and only happily ever after for me.

Today, for instance, you went into work (after working Saturday, too) because it is important to you to be good at your job. You came home before you were done to help me load up my car and then went back to work. This morning you took me to my church. You sensed just the right time to put your arm around me.  Next week you are starting a class that will teach you more about my church. You don't complain. You are my rock.

Women around the world congregate to vent about their spouses. I can't be as amazing as you. But I vow to appreciate you and shout my adoration from the rooftops. And spend the rest of my life thanking you for marrying me.