While we are out here enjoying one last trip together before becoming a family of six, we sat at dinner our first night in disbelief on where we are in life together. I jokingly reminded Phil that I live in shock each day, because I never actually intended on dating him (HA! While this is partially true- I’m more than glad we did!). And here we are: 12 years spent together, 8 years of marriage, and almost 4 kids later.
Short and Sweet
I’ll keep things short and sweet so I can get back to the beach. But, to say I am blessed in the husband department would be an understatement. I can go on and on about the stereotypical things Phil is: he’s motivated in all areas of life, understanding and empathetic, thoughtful of others, patient (I mean, to deal with me and four kids, this is highly necessary), the most amazingly balanced, playful, dedicated, and affectionate Father. I could go on and on.
But in reality, when I count my blessings in the husband department, it’s the small things that really show me how incredibly good I’ve got it:
- He’s never once complained about family photos and wears whatever is laid out for him (I don’t think we’d make it if he complained about photos, uhm hello!).
- I’ve never touched a single bag of garbage or cleaned up any dog mess (unless he was out of town- but even then the dog mess stays).
- He’s never once whined, complained, called me all night with questions, given me a hard time when I’ve enjoyed a day/night out of the house and he is left on solo parenting duty (which is no easy feat at 3 kids- you’re way outnumbered).
- He really inspires me as a parent on a daily basis- he will get the kids outdoors as much as possible, he is patient as all hell, he teaches our kids, he helps coach t-ball, not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell our kids he loves them. Now, if only I had half of his patience…😆
- He’s encouraged, supported, HELL, even pushed me to start my entrepreneurial journey.
- He differs to me in decision making- whether it be plans for a day out, vacationing, dinner- and the Type A in me LOVES it.
- When I offload my plate and give him something to manage, I fully trust he’s doing it (he’s honestly better at it then me most days). He currently manages and keeps track of all the kid’s school/sports dates, times, events, etc. and simply reminds me of them. My brain simply couldn’t.
- He empty the dishwasher while I load it. I hate emptying it, he hates loading it. He washes the clothes and I fold them. I hate the trips up and down the stairs, he hates folding it.
- He watches an insane amount of trash reality tv because he just accepts that’s what we’re watching.
- He never once complains about my cooking, even when he has every right to.
- He gives me the corner chaise seat on the couch, even though I know he enjoys it just as much.
- He replenishes the Oreos in the house when we’ve run out.
- He reads the kids books every single night at bedtime and he hates skipping it. He really prioritizes that moment with them.
- He RARELY tells me no- I could probably count on one hand how many times I’ve gotten a no. I’m not sure if he knows I’m probably going to do whatever it is I’m asking about anyways or if he truly just does not care. But I’ll take it either way 😂
- He validates and supports me like none other- even if he may not agree. He finds a way to balance his opinions while still respecting mine.
- He doesn’t take life too seriously, he’s not easily offended, and he’s not the slightest bit jealous- and if that isn’t the male version of me, I don’t know what is.
