An ode to my husband
My darling, perfect husband had to rescue me yesterday, after my car ran out of gas on a busy stretch of I-71. I had noticed that I was on empty when I parked at the office and made a mental note to get gas first thing, but two hours later when I left the office, I “forgot” said mental note and found myself stranded on the side of the road.
This isn’t the first time this has happened – I ran out of gas just several months ago and he saved me then too. This is precisely why I am on the legal equivalent of crack.
Though he was in the middle of a $70k order, Brandon came to my aid with a can of gas in less than 20 minutes, proving yet again that I have won the husband lottery.
So, I dedicate this post to my wonderful husband, as well as a special thank you to his mother for raising such a stand-up guy. In order not to make any other woman (or guys) jealous, I will enumerate just a few of the reasons why I love him so.
1. He went vegetarian, not because I pressured him to or withheld conjugal rights or anything, but because he respects my moral views on the practice.
2. He finds my keys, my work badge, my phone etc… at least several times a week, without ever complaining that I should learn to be more responsible or put things in one spot etc…
3. He’s MacGyver, reincarnated. For someone who professes to hate math as he does, his brain is a logical machine and he is so clever and innovative in his approach. And since I read directions only as a last resort, he’s probably saved us from a lot of home disrepairs.
4. He isn’t afraid to show his sensitive side (something which he’d probably prefer I not mention on a public blog), but for someone like me who came from a family who doesn’t hug or show much emotion, the fact that Brandon is physically affectionate and tells me at least several times a day that he loves me is so fulfilling.
5. He not only accepted my inordinate amount of cats, I think he loves them (at least Teddy) just as much as I do.
6. He respects (and somewhat shares) my personal beliefs on feminism and gender roles, and didn’t take offense or raise an eyebrow when I decided to keep my own name. He also helps around the house, knowing my personal quirk in that I can’t work without it being spotless.
Okay, so there’s so much more, but I’m sure you’re all sick of hearing such newlywed bliss. All I can say is that I am quite the lucky woman.
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…So the Roast will be done, my slippers, smoking jacket, pipe and newspaper will be on my chair waiting for me when I get home today Dear?
You’ll get your slippers when you get me a golden retreiver.
I think I’m gonna barf.
j/k We love Brandon, too. And JR doesn’t like anybody!
Thank you for such a loving article, Rachel. We love you as much as you love Brandon! I thank you for being that “perfect” person that Brandon never thought he would ever find. It is so wonderful to see how happy he is. It makes me smile every time I see you two together.
I LOVE YOU GUYS!! HUG!! HUG!! HUG!! HUG!!
Love and hugs,
Your Mother in law
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