Delaney tagged me with this one – I need to blog about how I love my hubs (or Devoted Spouse as I refer to him). I agree with her that it’s also a case of “why” not just “how”. I thought this would be pretty simple, but it isn’t because there is so much to consider. Love is a big four letter word. So please hang in there with me; this is a long posting.
It is obvious that I love him from the bottom of my cute little tootsies for the tremendous personal care he has given me over the past 9 long weeks of my whining and being generally pitiful during recovery from my shoulder injury. He has done things spouses shouldn’t have to do, but God love his heart for never complaining. We’ve spoken quite enough about this topic so I will address it no further.
Devoted Spouse literally marched into my life over 25 years ago when I was working at the Pentagon.. He was an Air Force Major who had just been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel and he just strutted his perfectly tailored uniformed butt into my office like he was General Patton himself (no offense Devoted Spouse). I thought he was cute, but he never smiled and so I labeled him stoic. Little did I know he had a wicked sense of humor and the biggest heart in the world. One day he sat down across from my desk and told me one of the dirtiest (and funniest) jokes I had ever heard – he never cracked a smile – and I couldn’t contain myself – I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants. Then he smiled. For some reason that was the moment our fates were sealed – we simply became best friends. We were both swept off our feet and neither one of us ever stood a chance!
How do I love him? Well, I tell him constantly – in fact we have this rather sickeningly sweet little habit that when we are out to eat together whoever buys a meal thanks the other one for the meal and then quickly follows that with “I love you”. It became such a habit with me that one day I had lunch with one of my pastors (who kindly picked up the bill) and as we exited the restaurant I looked at him and said (automatically), “Thank you for my lunch, Scott, I love you.” I quickly explained my slight faux pas and where the automatic response came from and I think he realized then and there I was just a bit cracked in the head. Oh well. Back to Devoted Spouse.
My husband is a quiet man. He speaks when he has something to say. I, on the other hand, am often difficult to shut up. I’m loud, obnoxious, opinionated, and passionate about issues in which I believe. We make an interesting couple. I yammer away and he nods his head at all the right times. He spends his life doing whatever he possibly can to ensure that I am happy. It doesn’t matter what it is I need, he finds a way to provide it for me. I cannot recall a time the word “no” ever came out of his mouth. (Except maybe when I tried to feed him a dish that had eggs and mushrooms.)
I absolutely adore him. I know that he adores me too – it shows in his eyes. He also has a wicked sense of humor – the kind that quietly sneaks up on you and moments after he’s quietly said something witty you realize just how funny it was and you can’t help but smile, giggle, or laugh outrageously. This sense of humor sometimes is difficult to contend with when we are in church.
Devoted Spouse is the most generous person I have ever known. In fact I must be careful in letting known something I would like, because if he gets wind of it, I receive it, whether or not we can afford it. Case in point – we once were on the way to the grocery store to buy some frozen broccoli for a casserole I needed to make to take to a party. We drove by a car dealership and I said out loud, “Oh, look at that adorable little red pickup truck.” He turned the car into the lot and we ended up coming home with the most expensive box of frozen broccoli ever made.
For over 25 years now we have spent 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with each other (for the most part) with the exception of some of his Active Duty time when he was away. When he retired I also went to work at his new company and he ended up being my manager. It was wonderful – and we spent the better part of 10 or 12 years doing that. Now we are both retired (okay, he retired, I just quit) and we are still constantly together. I tell people we are attached at the hip. I can’t imagine life any other way.
So how do I love him? I love him by doing the best I can to make him happy, by respecting his opinions, his feelings and his space and by trying not to be too disrespectful to the (awful) music he enjoys or roll my eyes when he laughs at Larry the Cable Guy (ugh). I love him by encouraging him when he needs encouragement and by patting him on the back when he’s made me proud. And I love him most because he’s never once uttered the word “yes” when I asked him “Honey, does this make me look fat?”
Now Delaney tells me I must tag three others to tell their story so I’m tagging my girlfriends: