Just about every day I hear from someone how lucky I am to be married to Dennis and what an amazing guy he is and frankly, I'm getting a little tired of it. It's not so fun always living in someone else's shadow. I've been reading a biography about George and Martha Washington. I think Dennis shares many of George Washington's attributes, especially the sweet way he treated his wife. Something Patsy (Martha) said hit home to me. She said, "Being around you casts a tall shadow. But it's one I'll happily stand in." She referred to his shadow both metaphorically and literally since he was over 6 feet 3 inches tall and always evoked a spectacle of devotion and support from his followers everywhere he went. She also referred to him as, "My dear old man," or as they say in Latin America, "Mi viejo."
Sometimes I'll say to him, "Geez, why doesn't anyone ever tell you how lucky you are to be me married to me?" And then being the smart man that he is, doesn't answer.
Here are a few of the things my sweetheart does that make him so amazing.
He makes the bed every day he doesn't go to work, even when we're staying at a hotel.
Everytime I come home from jogging or being at the gym, he always sets out a tall glass of icewater for me on the counter, just to be sweet.
He does most of the canning and gardening for our family.
When we were first married I couldn't figure out how to sew couch covers for our thrift store couch and was about to let out a stream of expletives when he calmly took them from me, disappeared into the sewing room for a few hours and came out with beautifully made couch covers- pleats, darts and all. That only worsened the urge for expletives.
He makes awesome homemade bread and I can't even compete with his pie crusts and pizza dough, so I don't.
When we first moved into our house we (or I should say he) painted our living room yellow. After two days I told him for some reason the color made me nauseous (yes, a little dramatic, but I was just pregnant with Luke). So calmly and without complaint, he took all the pictures down again, retaped and repainted our living room to the shade of yellow that no longer made me nauseous. I'm embarassed to admit that one because it makes me sound like such a diva.
When I told him I needed a change from the windy, brownish, windy, grayish, windy winter in Idaho last year, he said, "How about we go see your parents in Indonesia?" He has a knack for knowing what will lift my spirits when I'm feeling down.
To date there has not been a single- not one problem he has not been able to figure out, be it from packing into three suitcases the hundreds of souvenirs we bought in Mexico- to building our amazing playset without blueprints, just the picture in his head. This man is Macgyver and Mary Poppins rolled into one- but better.
He is incredibly gifted athletically and excels at any sport he tries. The man reminds me of spiderman and the hulk. He is easily the most physically powerful and agile man I know.
He listens to me ramble, and then listens some more... and then some more.
When I ask him to vacuum, he moves the couches and gets behind them.
He is constantly volunteering to take the kids for the evening while I go to the gym, go out with a friend, or take some time off.
I truly believe this man is capable of anything he wants to do. Really. Anything.
So I'm left asking myself , "What do I contribute to this relationship?" Yep, that's a hard one to answer being married to this guy. I would be happy if my boys grow up to be even half the man their father is.