He tells me I look great when I’m all dolled up for a date night and when I have Play-doh in my hair, a Clifford sticker on my butt, and circles under my eyes. Best of all, I’m almost 100 percent sure he really means it.
He doesn’t complain when he returns home after a long day of work and has three girls (soon-to-be four) accost him with hugs, kisses, and long-winded accounts of our day together.
Nor does he object when I outsource the job of Tickle Monster to him, so I can zone out while I wash the dishes after dinner.
He proficiently assembles IKEA bookshelves and the 3,245-part Exersaucer and isn’t too prideful or impatient to skip reading user/instruction manuals.
He thinks I’m doing the most important job in the world by staying home with our kids – even if it means he has to work harder – and he lets me know how much he appreciates my work on behalf of our family by doling out regular compliments and giving me mini retreats when he’s home (“Go upstairs and read a book. I’ve got the kids.”).
He’s disproved all the horror stories about marrying a budding doctor – how I’d never see my spouse and when I did, he’d be post-call and irritable. He works hard, reads medical journals and studies (he’s still a resident). He cares deeply about being an excellent doctor. But he never loses sight of what’s really important – our relationship and our growing family. Even after enduring sleepless nights being on call or the fact that coming face to face with mortality is just a part of his job description, he returns home in a good mood, makes me laugh, and recognizes that I sometimes need some “post-call” time to recuperate, too.
Like an answered prayer, my husband is the one who walks into our home at the exact moment when I’m on the verge of losing it, someone who puts his hand on the small of my back, plants a quick kiss on my lips or meets my eyes and flashes me a quick smile when one of our kids is in the throes of a tantrum that says what words don’t need to – that this too shall pass – and we’ll still be together when it does.
Happy Valentine’s Day! Share why you love your spouse, and don’t forget to head over to Jen’s Conversion Diary for more quick takes.