He man handles the round bales for me.
He rubs my feet with lotion ;-)
He picks up our badass little Chi mix and baby talks to him.
He builds a fire in our firepit and puts a chair and a glass of wine there and calls me outside.
He treats my daughter as if she was his own.
Hubby leaves for work at 5:30am but never forgets to clean off my car for me so I don't have to.
He also is an incredibly hard worker...we're both 21 and I don't know how many guys his age that work 6 days a week to pay for our home, and volunteer with our fire company which has him tied up two nights a week plus calls. Oh and he still finds the time to do little things like bring my favorite ice cream home for me, or do a load of laundry.
He puts up with all of my animals and keeps his complaining about vet bills to a minimum.
He also deals with the fact that we share our bed with our two dogs most nights.
He's a doll, really...even if he farts and waves it at me.
He tells me stories he's made up--crazy little fairy tale adventure things. And he can make this stuff up on the spot, anytime we're waiting in a restaurant or train station or wherever. The most recent was about "Toadling Bob," a tadpole who liked to ride over waterfalls.
He adores little animals and will rescue them. Spider crawling on the floor? Scoop it up and put it outside. Dog wandering along the road? Go house to house until he finds its owner.
He leaves me cute little notes with pictures.
He has a wacky sense of adventure and no embarrassment, which leads to things like driving through a parking lot with a stuffed purple cow, making the cow "wave" to everyone he passes.
He loves my cat, even after she bit him.
The hooves of the horses! Oh witching and sweet is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet. Will Ogilvie
He gets up with me at 5:30 am even when he doesn't have to. He always makes the coffee. He does dishes. He does laundry (and knows to leave my delicates alone!) He's a great cook, and he's also a great baker. He takes care of the lawn in summer and the snow in winter. He hooks up my horse trailer for me.
He's the sweetest guy ever, even though he looks like a deadly tough biker, tats, shaved head, beard and all. He loves my Dad (the only parent we have left between us). I have seen him cry on more than one occasion.
What's wrong with you?? Your cheese done slid off its cracker?!?!
A million different things!
Holds my hand while we drive around.
Loves our horses as much as I do.
Welcomed our newest gelding who we rescued, because it was the right thing to do.
Makes me coffee in the mornings
Sends funny emails when he is at work
Loves all of our kitties.
Does not complain if I want to go to the tack shop - and often will come and browse with me!
This is just the beginning!
Mine does dishes. Rides horses because I do. Takes care of all the vehicles, lawn and farm equipment, power tools. Puts my work bags in the car in the morning for me. Lots more. He can read a book and do anything. He built my last house for me after reading a few books! Did most of the work on framing, electrical, rough-in plumbing, all sort of stuff he shouldn't know how to do being at attorney.
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
¯ Oscar Wilde
My husband always did the dishes. And he made breakfast every Saturday morning. It was fantastic. That's probably why I haven't remarried. I think it would be hard to find one who'd do the dishes without being asked.
Oh, and he never once complained about how much horses and all their stuff cost.
Thought of more: he puts the cat food dishes and the wet cat food out for me in the morning if he leaves earlier than I do. He warms up my coffee cup by putting hot water in it so cup is toasty when I get out of the shower. Empties the dishwasher. I NEVER have to ask him to do any chore around the house, if he sees it needs doing he does it. He vacuums. He has (at my request) polished silver. He is in sole charge of recyclables and trash.
Gee, what do I do? Just kidding - I do all errands, groceries, most of the cooking, pay for the cleaning lady, and make most of the money, among other things.
What's wrong with you?? Your cheese done slid off its cracker?!?!
He learns to like and eventually love the starved stray cat that wandered to our property which I adopted, despite his aversion to cats and is allergic to them, and when she went missing (for a week) was really distraught about it. I know he accepted her into the house because of me. I also love it when he let the cat crawl on his wide chest and nap there contently.
I find it utterly cute when I come home and find the arena freshly groomed, and he sits at his little sitting room, eagerly waiting for me to to find him and thank him.
He indulges and supports my horse obsession despite his no intention in riding at all. He hauls my horses to shows and is my number one braider/video photographer.
I love it that I can sit in his lap and contemplate and debate with him how in the world we have managed to marry to each other for so long (fifteen years and been together for eighteen.) We also debate the merit or dis-merit of monogamy - we both agree that it's against nature's design, - despite us being faithful to each other since the day we were together.
Oh and of course I love it when he tells me that I'm pretty and he loves me.
Does the laundry. Loves doing laundry.
Lets me hog the remote, also.
Lets me play MY music when we're groovin' on Friday night. And swears he loves most of it
Makes a perfect grilled cheese sam when I don't want to cook.
Never bugs me about spending my money.
Never saying a negative thing when he watched me sign a $500 check each month for 7 years to the barn 3 states away where my old horse retired. In fact, he always said, "OF COURSE he must have a wonderful retirement! He's Edward!"
I'm a social butterfly and work almost exclusively with alpha males, so a lot of my interactions with my coworkers can be seen as threatening to a sig other. He's not concerned a tiny bit.
He worries about my safety, and right now is fixated on my vest because its 5th birthday is this month, and bullet "proof" vests are the same as helmets when it comes to expiring.
I am normally a very happy person, and operate in a happy sunshiny emotion 90 percent of the time, but to offset this, I go totally nuclear when I'm angry...he deals with my fits with equanimity instead of rising to the occasion, knowing I'll come down off the ceiling in about two minutes.
He rarely says no.
He tickles me just to hear me giggle, and tells me so.
Aisha, my heart from 03/06/1986 to 08/22/2008.
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