- 8 years ago
- Wedding: December 1969
This is about FH. He doesn’t know I post here, either. 🙂
I can’t say enough good things about him. Sure, we have our moments. Just last night, I had had enough of his snorning and the gentle taps telling him to “roll over, you’re snoring” So I pulled the pillow from out under his head. A girl can only take so much on 4 hours sleep.
And yes, sometimes he puts his work shoes in front of my closet and I trip and cannot get into the closet or open the door. So I put a post-it on the door that says “No Shoes Here” and he finally remembers now.
And sometimes his picky food tendancies make new and different dining a feat of nature. How can you not like onions?
And sometimes he’s got man PMS and I want to kill him, but you know…
… by god, he is a good good man.
He’s ridiculously supportive and helpful in all ways. He knows I am overwhelmed and busy, so he steps it up. He helps me proof read letters I need to send. He gets me dinner. He takes care of the dog. He has taken the reigns on being my personal in-house wedding coordinator. He gets angry about things on my behalf. And when I am off my rocker about something, he lets me know I might be overreacting a bit.
He’s thoughtful and kind. He’s honest and sweet. With everyone.
I say it a lot to him, but I appreciate everything he does and I cannot wait to marry him. I’d do it tomorrow in a paper bag dress holding a bouquet of sticks.
It is by some divine intervention that the fates brought us together. I simply don’t know what I would do without him or how I managed to get so lucky as to have him in my life.