I have been in bed since 5p with a migraine. I warned my husband of this from work this afternoon, since I've had a bad headache 8 out of the last 12 days, and I imagine he's pretty sick of it (as am I). Now it is midnight and I got up, feeling a little better, to eat something and move around a little in hopes that the remaining hours of my night will allow me to "sleep it off". And because I hadn't yet posted my writing challenge piece and it was driving me insane. I am trying hard not to blog from work, since it invariably leads me to reading all kinds of other posts and non-work related things and I am trying hard in 2012 to be more focused on work, when I'm at work. There were so many personal distractions in 2011 that I got into some bad habits.
Anyway, back to the topic of this post - my husband. He is due some adulation. Not only did he keep the kids entirely out of my hair tonight, he even stopped them from fighting while they played Wii together, and he rubbed my neck and shoulders and fetched me medication when I did venture downstairs for a little while. And in my gratitude, I got to thinking about some other things that make him a wonderful husband for me (in no particular order of importance):
1. He is great company to have along just about anywhere. He can hang with me and my girlfriends, or me and my family, or even at class reunions, and have a fine time with us. And he does so frequently, and without any complaint. That is a rare trait.
2. He is always willing to go. To the Zoo, to a movie, to a play, to Seattle - just about anywhere - and he is almost always calm about things and great company to travel with. Which is good for me, since I tend to get a little stressed with travel and I hate riding in the car.
3. He tolerates my non-romantic self with great humor, even though he is much more of a romantic soul, and yet on those days when I just want to crawl in his lap, he tolerates that without question too.
4. He acquiesces to my "blink blink, can't you do it for me, honey?" requests, most of the time, knowing full well that I could handle it perfectly well on my own but just don't want to.
5. He has my back and can always be counted on to agree with me (at least until I come to my senses) when I believe I've been wronged. And he supports whatever I want to do.
6. He is flexible and willing to listen to other ideas, and our team approach to parenting is first and foremost to maintain a united front.
7. He lets me be me...I do not feel the need to censor myself around him ever. God what a gift that is to give.
8. He has a good heart. He is kind and forgiving. He has a sense of humor and irony.
This might be one of the first love letters I have ever written to Sean...surely the longest. Awkward to write in a way but, again, probably things that have long been in my head and yet never said all in one piece. And things that ought to be said, at least once in a while.