My fella

My husband recently uttered five words that women everywhere have been longing to hear since the beginning of time (well, since the beginning of the web log, anyway):

I wish you'd blog more.

What the...? Do you know what I would have given to hear those words a year or so ago!? My first-born child, that's what. (Although that would have freed up a significant amount of time in and of itself, thus leading to even more blogging, until the day I'd be found slumped over my computer desk, dead as a doornail, drool trickling slowly down my cheek. Autopsy result: information overload, with underlying causes of vitamin D deficiency and prolonged lack of physical contact with other human beings.) Still. "I wish you'd blog more." Who saw that one coming?

As a result, I dedicate this post to my wonderful spouse of seven years (as of last month) and will now proceed to list a few reasons why he's the best of the best.

1. He charges my iPod. I tend to leave it on the windowsill until I'm ready to use it. Once I discover there's no juice, I very responsibly set it back on the windowsill until the next time I forget why I haven't been able to use it. Adam, however, actually plugs it in. And refrains from nagging or patronizing me about it.
2. He never gives me a what-exactly-is-it-that-you-do-while-I'm-gone-all-day look, even though the kids are watching Clifford the Big Red Dog when he gets home. For, ahem, four days in a row.
3. One day our smoke detectors went off for no apparent reason and would not shut off, no matter what I did. The noise finally got to me; I burst into tears and locked myself in the bathroom while Adam figured things out. A few weeks later, when Riley and I were discussing things that constituted big problems and things that constituted little problems, Riley asked, "Mom, is it a big problem when the smoke detectors go off? Should you cry about that?" Adam, who was sitting across from me at the table, only permitted himself the smallest of grins.
4. Last year when I was depressed about the lack of snow mid-way through November, he consoled me. When it finally did snow, he woke me up early because he knew I'd be excited about it.
5. He checks out my legs when we're doing yoga together.

There's more, of course. Much more. But it's yoga time. Hee, hee!