Hubby and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary next week but sometimes inspiration just hits and I never look a gift blog post in the mouth. Love can be summed up neatly with a few examples:
a man who talks me down from the crochet ledge when my prized handcarved rosewood crochet hook snaps in the pursuit of the aforementioned wig.
a man who patches the aforementioned prized crochet hook with superglue
a man who already planned to give me two handcarved wooden crochet hooks to celebrate our fifth anniversary (wood, don’t you know…)
a man who will brave lemon chicken when I make it, though citrus and chicken are not meant to be together in his world (Interestingly, I had chicken piccata on our first date…he should have known then.)
a man who will go out for take-out hamburgers when the flank steak didn’t thaw for dinner
a man who will let me rant about politics and will help me see the humor when I’m raving mad at the current campaign
a man who tolerates (mostly) my yarn obsession and makes the right “oohs” and “aahs” over my in-progess Christmas gifts
a man who holds me up when I need it and doesn’t hear “thank you” nearly often enough.
Thank you, hubby