My Husband Rocks! Friday

How does the week go by so fast? I can't believe it's Friday already! Not that I'm complaining or anything. As it is Friday, it's time for another installment of My Husband Rocks! I'm not complaining about that, either!

This week my husband rocks because he encourages my creative side. Although he does get frustrated at times with my blogging, like when he'd rather me come sit beside him and watch t.v. instead of being glued to the computer, he knows how much creative inspiration I get from all of you. He has graciously given me a spot in the kitchen to set up a craft table...not that it's a permanent location. He saw my creative thoughts churning and wanted to make sure I had an outlet for them. He allows for my Dollar Tree bird obsession, and has even made something to make painting them easier, which I will post a picture of in a minute.

When I come upon something that may be too hard, or I think I can't do, he will not let me continue with those negative thoughts. "You can do anything you want to, Heather!" are his words when I give all the reasons why I can't. He knows I'm afraid of not doing something "right." If I'm not mistaken, he has even uttered The Nester's mantra..."It Doesn't Have to be Perfect to be Beautiful."

Since my Kiddo is with my Mom this weekend, we (okay, I) decided not to cook and went out for supper. He suggested we walk it off in Lowe's. I groaned because I didn't really relish the thought of standing around looking at lumber for his and Kiddo's project, which is what I thought he wanted to do. He only needed to look for something for work, totally unrelated to the project, so after he was done with that I remembered I needed to pick up some things. By the time we left the store his arms were laden with spray paint cans, a nozzle something-or-other, little decorative tiles, a dowel, and some kind of caulk. I didn't have the forethought to grab a basket on the way in, silly me. So the only benefactor of the trip was the person who was least likely inclined to enjoy it. That was a Jane Austen sentence if I ever heard one.

My point in relating that story is this...he loves to encourage my creativity, even if it means walking around Lowe's with his loony wife going "Oh, wait, I need this, too!" Or, "No, that's not the color I want, let's look for another thirty minutes." Okay, I didn't say that, but he understood it.

Thank you, My Sweet, for giving me an outlet. Thank you for understanding that I need something to occupy my time besides laundry and school books and Wal-mart. And thank you for building me this:

I mentioned in a comment or post or something that I might be able to sweet talk my husband into making something to make painting the cheap cheep birds a little easier. It didn't take much sweet talking. Asking him if he'd please build something is like asking me if I'd please eat some Apple Dumplins (and yes, I did leave off the "g" because I live in the South and that's the way we pronounce the food group "dumplings").

I sat down at the computer for a few minutes after we got home and heard his drill whirring away. Thinking he was working on the Kiddo's project, I didn't think anything of it, but then he came in with two of these and I was so happy.

The dowel is just the right size for placing the bird on top of it to paint, and I can paint them without getting my signature fingerprints all over them.

Sweet Husband of mine, You Rock!

Now, the rest of you head on over to Katy Lin at The Great Adventure to check out other chickies who think their husbands rock, too.