Saturday night as we collapsed, exhausted after a St. Patricks Day party, John looked at me and told me he loved me, how much he enjoyed spending time with me and how glad he was to have me back (meaning post depression not alien abduction back -- of course, one may argue that it amounts to the same thing). I don't talk a whole lot about John in my blog, mostly because I don't want to embarrass him. But today I realized embarrassment is good for the soul. So here goes.
Why I love my husband:
He is so kind and patient. While I was suffering through postpartum depression he comforted me and helped me through it. I was not a pleasant person for more than a year and although I am sure he may have wanted to kick me to the curb, he didn't.
- He is a great dad. He gets down on the floor and plays with the kids. He gives them his undivided attention and he takes the time to teach them new things. He acts like a goof just to see the boys smile. You can tell how much he loves our kids by everything that he does and says. He is definitely a proud papa!
- He works hard. He loves his job and spends a lot of time reading to keep his knowledge fresh. He is good with people, both his patients and his office staff and partner. He also works hard in his church calling. He dedicates so much time and effort into all of the organizations he supervises. I have been overwhelmed by how much he has grown in this calling and am a little sad (and also relieved) that he will (probably) be released soon.
- He is smarter than me... by a long shot! He always manages to keep me on my toes. It also makes me glad to know that I have him to rely on as my external brain. I seem to be losing brain cells as the days go by.
There are many other things that make my husband so wonderful and make me feel so blessed to be able to claim him, but I figure I have grossed everyone out at this point so I'll stop there... for now.