Friday, February 20, 2009

100ish Reasons I love Mr. B



He loves me, He loves me not,
It matters little I am what he's got.

He helps me with the dishes.

He is dang cute.
He spends time with our kids.

He is adventurous.

He know the worst things about my childhood.




He knows the best things about my childhood.



He knows me.

He loves me.


He loves our children.



He makes 17 hour flights from Japan fun.He hates when I post this picture,
but he still loves me.


He didn't question sewing hundreds
of bells on big caterpillar dragons just
because I said it would make a difference.


He supports me in all my callings.



He works for hours on Pinewood Derby cars.


He helps the kids with their homework.


He works everyday without complaining.




He looks at me the way my
Grandpa looks at my Grandma.


Our four beautiful children.


He rubs my feet.





He reads bedtime stories to the kids.

He tucks them in to bed.




He will spend a Sunday afternoon sitting in
a department store window
with our family, reading books to the
kids, just because I thought it would
be a fun day.

He never forgets my birthday.

He makes our Anniversary special.


He will sleep under the stars with me.

He overcomes his fears
...
He understands mine.

He helps the kids overcome theirs.

He blesses them.

He honors his Priesthood.





He holds me when I cry.





He loves my Grandma.

He knows I miss her so MUCH.


He celebrated her life while she was alive.


He helps me remember how to overcome pain
He is the first person our kids want to hug
when they are in their MOST excited moments.

He makes holidays special.

He makes everyday a holiday.

He is patient.

He is kind.

He is thoughtful.

He is the definition of charity.

He is long suffering.



He has stuck by me through thick and thin

...for better and worse...

in sickness and in health,

till death do us part...
He loved, loves, his father.

He helps me BELIEVE in Eternity.



He lets me be grumpy.

He forgives me.

He makes me laugh, and smile, and cry, and ponder.



He sends me to see my sister. ♥
He knows why she means so much to me.

He watches the sun set with me.

He will call me from work
during the sun sets to
watch it with me over the phone,

He likes my quirky side.

He knows my favorite animals. He lets me call him turtle.


He knows my favorite places.


He takes me there.
He knows where my favorite sunrise is.

He knows my favorite place on earth.



He doesn't know it is in his arms.

He lets me be a dichotomy of myself.

He trusts me.

He lets me be who I am.

He lets me grow and change.

He doesn't live in the past.

He lives in the moment.

He is tender.

He is thoughtful.

He is kind.



He thinks more of us then of himself.

He makes life special.

He makes moments count.
He eats all the leftovers.


He takes us camping.


He shows me the world.


He makes me feel secure.

He keeps us safe.

He prays with our family.


He prays for our family.


HE LOVES MY FAMILY.

He supports all my needs, wants, and
sometimes sillyness.



He makes me mad sometimes, but never for long.

He forgives me OFTEN.



He loves me. He loves me.
He is cuddly.

He takes our fears and teaches us faith.

He never complains about what I spend.

He works hard for us.


He smells good.

He celebrates St. Patricks Day
because it is MY favorite holiday.
He reads my ramblings.

He knows the worst things about me

and he doesn't really think
those things are all that bad.



He loves our kids.


He is there for the little things.


He is there for the big things.


He's the reason I am a mother.



Knowing him makes me want to be
a better person.

He knows my favorite tree.

He knows my favorite time of year.
He loves us.

He loves me.

13 comments:

suzie said...

Considering he is the only person on planet earth that I allow to call me SUSAN, I think he is worth keeping around for at least another 16 years. Maybe by then, he will stop antagonizing me, or I will wear him down...either way.

Mina said...

Great tribute!

rachel said...

What a beautiful tribute! I love that picture of the Salt Lake temple at the end. What a gorgeous picture!

clan of the cave hair said...

This is one of the best "husband" posts I've read. He's a lucky man to have a wife who appreciates him so.

(and is that last picture in Nauvoo? We lived near there for 4+ years and it looks awfully familiar.)

Mammamia said...

I'm commenting because this deserves a comment, but I'm speechless. This was wonderful to read.

Lynn said...

Beautiful and I loved the photos too !

Heatherlyn said...

That is so great! What a wonderful list! My hubby calls during sunsets too. Your Mr. B is a KEEPER!!!!!!!

Shadow said...

this is THE most wonderful post i've read in a long time, such love!!!

Wendyburd1 said...

That was beautiful!!

suzie said...

I had to come and read it again, okay for the third and fourth time...
anyway, it is so sweet, and I know every single sentence is the absolute truth and that is what makes it so appealing. Anyone can make up a love story, but to actually live one, so lucky and so deserving. I love you.

Boy Mom said...

You are his Tree of Life He is your Love of God. Joyful Post!

That Girl in Brazil said...

Sounds like an amazing guy - hold on to him!

Cynthia said...

Wow! He's a keeper. And you are amazingly creative to come up with that many reasons! This takes 'count your blessings' to a whole new level.

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?