Many thanks to The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, who passed me the torch on her blog post Why I Love Hubby. And since it feels like an Olympic event, I treated it as such — I took this question to bed with me last night and thought about wrestled with it. I continued to kick it around this morning… the entire idea is now totally battered and bruised, which means I think (I need to quit that thinking business — lol) I have come up with all of the best reasons. But I’m sure if you’d ask Dear Hubby why I love him, he’d just give you a wink and a shit-eatin’ grin.
This June, Hubby and I will look at each other with wide-eyed wonderment at the fact we allowed each other to live to celebrate our 23rd anniversary. (I can’t believe I just said that! That makes me a very old hip and happenin’ chic, huh?) Needless to say, along the way, I’ve learned a lot about life and that all men have to be paper trained how to love a Hubby.
I love Hubby because — well, I don’t have a good reason for loving him — I just do. (Yes, we’ve been together that long!) After a while all the reasons you used to be able to think of kinda meld themselves together into one simple “I just do” answer. But I’ve plucked out some of the things that still stand out in my mind and listed them here for you.
1.) He puts up with my eccentricities as well as my frequent whining and sudden (sometimes unprovoked) outbursts.
2.) He gives into my every whim… which used to outnumber all the stars in the sky… however, as the years have passed, they’ve dwindled considerably. *Lucky him*
3.) He tells me all the time how beautiful and sexy I am… no matter how much weight I seem to collect or how many pre-rag zits pop up.
4.) He still assumes the spoon-position without being asked.
5.) He will still hold my hand in public — even that time I drug him off to WalMart during rush-hour with my hair a color that could have easily put an orange construction barrel to shame! (I won’t mention the fact that he tried to sneak away once we entered the store and he saw the people staring at me — and him!) I had to get a darker shade of Auburn to fix it. I couldn’t go to work like that, no matter how much he tried not to laugh, and no matter how poorly he lied when he told me it “looks just fine.” Did I mention he’s a very BAD liar?
6.) He never tells me, “Not tonight honey, I have a headache.” *giggle*
7.) Sometimes, unexpectedly, he’ll whip off a pee-my-pants funny. Usually when we’re driving somewhere, and we’re a long ways from an acceptable bathroom. Now that I think about that… I think he does that on purpose. I think he likes to watch me squirm. Maybe I don’t love him for that after all.
8.) He doesn’t try to make me love, get along with, tolerate all, some, any of the in-laws and he agrees emphatically that his younger brother is a lazy idiot.
We won’t talk about the number of items I’ve had to throw at him throughout the years to teach him when it’s best to be quiet and no argue with me. He now fully understands and has come to terms with the fact that I am Einstein-magnitude-brilliant and I’m never, ever wrong. *E*V*E*R*
We’ve been together long enough now that it’s safe to consider him “a keeper.” Besides, just the thought of having to housebreak a new Hubby makes me shudder.
With that, I’ll nominate just two people (and hope they’ll do it):
Redneck Mommy and
A Real Housewife
And now that he’s spied the topic of this post over my shoulder and commented, “Oh, now you wanna torch me, huh?” He may come to see what I’ve griped lovingly written about him online. And if, Darling Hubby, you are reading this… I really do love you for all of those reasons, and many more!