Things I Like About my Husband

I  was thinking about this the other day and pondering how that some of the things I'd list on a post about things I like about my husband would make him blush.

Because I like my husband, I'll leave those out, perhaps whispering them to him in private so I can actually watch him blush.

Yes, I love to make my husband blush.   I also like to poke him.  He loves the former and isn't so fond of the latter.

Left Brain is more often than not a great source of amusement, bemusement and 'confusement' for me and you know...I kind of like all three!

I love to flirt with him.  I flirt with him all the time.  I like that when I do he will raise one brow in the way only he can and smile a smile that lets me know he is enjoying it.  He too loves to flirt and tease and well...he's darn good at it.  When it comes to having a man who knows how to pitch woo...that man is the valedictorian.  His voice, sometimes low and rumbly, causes me to blush and since I'd never had that before, it is almost as intoxicating as it is addicting!

His voice is sometimes so low when I am against him I can feel it vibrate through me.  This is lovely, especially so when I am scared or ill.  It calms and it eases my fear.  When he is holding me and talking low and masculine about things romantic it gives me butterflies and goosebumps.  I love the low rumble and timber of his voice.

I love the bark of his laughter when something truly tickles him.  It is loud.  It is sharp.  It is an attention-getter, but it is REAL.

I love the way he sits forward in a chair when engrossed in a conversation he finds invigorating or a show or sporting event that he is really getting into.

I love how he loves to watch me seat dance in the car when we are on trips.  Me singing along dancing and just loving the music.  When I change the words to make the song a bit bawdy and all about him, he chuckles, blushes, or sometimes says "you are something."

Yes, I am...because he makes me happy.

I love his use of language.  Voluptuary, phalanx, bucolic, inclement...no one else in my world uses these words with such ease.  I laugh at the the way he says Chicago.  Chi cog oah...I don't know why but I love when he says it.  My son hears it as I do...Left Brain thinks it the proper way, after all he is from there, but seriously, it is said with such love and such enunciation that it catches people's ear.

I love how he has friendships with people I would never have thought he would befriend.  A jeweler at a store he happened to frequent...a guy that works in a hardware store...a older farmer...he is no respecter of persons.  He takes as he finds.  He gives back in like manner.

I love the bromances that crop up anytime we are at a sporting event.  Left Brain is not too fond of my view that he is a sport savant, but (ahem) he is.  It happens wherever we go to watch sporting events, be it Chicago or Detroit.  I mean, when the attendants at ballparks seek him out for a jaw-a-thon on something to do with his team, he can quote it chapter and verse, stats, personal information, if they published player's social security numbers, he have those all down too.  We even had a sports fan that was so in awe of Left Brain's knowledge say, "lady if you aren't going to marry him...I will!"

My husband's admiration and deep appreciation for the military and those who serve is profound.  He doesn't just say "thank you for your service," from the deepest pocket in his soul, he means it.  Those he speaks to know it, they can feel it.  He never stops there, he asks where they served and because he is also very knowledgeable in military history, he can carry on a very real conversation about where they served, what happened there.  I am so proud of him in this.

Left Brain is an excellent grandfather to our grandchildren.  He married into these grandchildren, having had no children of his own, but he loves them dearly.  I am somewhat saddened the the oddities in my own family will keep him from being called "Grandfather" by our grandchildren, but no matter that they call him grandfather or not...grandfather he is.  He hopes such good things for them, loves them, is there for them.  They are lucky to be growing up with such a good role model in how someone can enter a  family and only love you, because you belong with them, if not to them.

I love his ability to get rid of the toxic beings in his life.   If someone continues to hurt him or someone he loves, he can give them such a 'letting alone' that they never hear from him again. This does not seem to affect him which I am somewhat bemused by.  I've traumatized myself over such decisions in the past.  I love that I can look at him and learn from him.

My husband is a snuggler, and what's not to like about that?

Left Brain is brilliant.  I thought when I first met him that he would be bored with me.  I do like a smart man.  My man is very smart.  He will poo poo me if I say that aloud, but yes...it is true, my husband is brainy.

This post could be miles long and one day I may add some to it, but for now I'll stop with this.

Love runs to you, not from you.  Despite adversity.  Despite differences.  Despite circumstance.  Despite the feelings of others.  Love wants what it wants, and my love is filled to the top by a green eyed, brilliant, sports savant, darling of a man, who makes sure that I know...I am loved.

I won life's lotto!