I'm so glad Katy Lin at The Great Adventure started this Friday tradition. It always reminds me to think about why I'm so in love with my husband. This week is no exception.
And speaking of My Husband Rocks! Another girl who thinks her husband rocks, too, is having a giveaway for the next few days. And is it a good one. A Hoover Wind Tunnel Bagged Vacuum Cleaner, no less! Woo hoo! I hope I win. Having two Shelties is not conducive to vacuum cleaner health, so we stay in need of a new one. So head over to Sarah Mae's place at Like a Warm Cup of Coffee and join in the fun! Now, on to the rockin'!
My husband rocks because he puts up with me. No matter how bad I get on his nerves, he still loves me. Not that he doesn't want to knock me in the head sometimes. Like when my condition of nightowlism surfaces. What is nightowlism? Well, it is akin to insomnia, but unlike insomnia (which I sometimes get, too), I actually want to be awake. With insomnia I want to be asleep. Both of these conditions require one of two things...either I turn my lamp on to read, or I get up and blog or watch t.v. All of which bugs my husband to no end. He says he doesn't sleep as well when I'm not in the bed with him. I can sort of understand that, since I don't sleep well at all when he's away from home, but maybe that's more because I'm just sure there's an ax murderer just outside the window waiting for me to fall asleep to pounce.
Then there are the times that my hormo...ahem....emotions are not on an even keel. Oh, Lord, how thankful I am for my patient husband. I cringe to think of the times I've put him through blech all in the name of a good hormonal imbalance. Bless his heart. No, really. Bless. His. Heart.
(You know in the South you can get away with saying anything if you put "Bless his/her heart" at the end...like, "She gained a lot of weight after the baby, bless her heart." Or, "She just can't cook like her Momma, bless her heart." Only when I say bless his heart this time I really mean it)
How thankful I am for my precious Man. I love him more than I can say. And even if he never told me that he loved me (which he does every day), I would still know it because of how he loves me.