- I love that he's smart. He knows the odd things one needs to know in order to win the Jeopardy National Championships, like, " CO2 + 2 H2A + photons → (CH2O)n + H2O + 2A". "What is photosynthesis?"
- I love that he loves that I know fun facts like, "How to make morning coffee".
- I love that he's always up for adventure.
- I love that he always thinks I should be included in the adventure. Even though we both know I cannot climb Mount Rainier.
- I love that he can fix things. Even if it involves duct tape after hitting a deer.
- I love that YEARS AGO, he would deal with the kids' puking issues, and not invite me to get involved.
- I love that he calls me on a moment's notice to invite me to lunch with his counterparts.
- I love that he invites me on the 20-mph bike rides every Saturday. He's a dreamer...
- I love it when he tells me I smell good - even when I am eating smelly cheese and crackers.
- I love that he doesn't mind my cold feet in the winter, or the air conditioning on 68ยบ in the summer.
- I love that he will call one of the kids and invite them to do something with him - bike, eat lunch, whatever.
- I love that even when I feel like I am looking very much like the 49-year-old that I am, he will have a compliment for me.
- I love that we're pretty much on the same page in terms of religious beliefs.
- I love that we can banter about politics and international policies.
- I love discussing books with him.
- I love to watch him talk to college students.
- I love laughing at him mowing the lawn in his Jethro Bodean hat and his glass of wine.
- I love to look out at him talking to the horses.
- I love that he and Graham can sit and talk guitars and Bob Dylan.
- I love that he doesn't even laugh when I ask him how to spell "Bob Dillon".
- I love him for his awesome talent at painting. Which he does not do NEARLY enough.
- I love it when he shows me amazing things in nature that I don't know.
- I love that he listens to my inane details of my days out in rural Kansas with the ducks.
- I love it when he takes my hand - in a park, across a rushing stream, climbing a mountain.
- I love that we have done this dance for 25+ years.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
What I Love About That Spouse o' Mine Even After 25+ Years of Wedded Bliss:
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#21. I agree! He needs to paint more!
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