To Love The Big Sexy....

Today is the day he comes home!!!  I am skipping along, singing "zippadee doodah, zippadee day, my oh my what a wunnerfull day!"  The Big Sexy works offshore, so coming home day is kind of a big dealio for me and the kiddos.  Granted he's only been gone for two weeks, but he's only home for two weeks, too....so he misses so dang much.  Two weeks feels like and eternity.  You would think after twelve years of marriage I would be used to it by now, but I'm not.  I never will. 

April 2000 ~ His Princess Bride

He's amazing, this Big Sexy is.  I remember the moment I fell in love with him.  We were dancing to "Strawberry Wine" at Mustangs on January 19, 1997.  Right then, right there....all he did was breathe on my neck a little and I melted.  I stalked him from that point on until he finally just had to give in.  Three years....it took three years....then we married and he has called me his Princess Bride ever since.  (Only once, did he try to call me his Old Lady, but got the look and that was all it took.  No explanation...just the look.  It went back to Princess Bride, immediately.)  I still can't believe that he married me.  Even with knowing that I am emotionally screwed up, have no patience whatsoever, and well....I'm just weird.

How do I know that he loves me?  Well, there's a few things that tell me....

1) he won't let me eat the burnt porkchop.  Ever.  There's always one, but he won't let me eat it.  It's always on his plate.
2) he doesn't make me talk about my feelings.  He knows that I open up, in my own time, on my own terms.
3) He hates the beach.  Hates it.  But he goes, every year, for one week, because he knows I love it.
4) He once wrestled an alligator that was trying eat my foot and killed it with his bare hands.....okay, okay...I made that one up, but he could totally do it.
5) He acts goofy with me and makes me laugh.  (any husband who agrees to play Santa, but only if I wear fishnets under the Missus Santa costume...well...he has my heart.)
6) R.E.S.P.E.C.T.  yes, I'm singing it like Aretha.  The man gives me the respect that a lady deserves, even when I don't deserve it.  Wanna see him get riled up?  Let a man be an asshole to a woman in front of him.
7)  He believes in me.  Way more than I believe in myself.

Missus Claus wears FISHNETS???

This man is the strongest man that I know.  Physcially, emotionally, mentally.  He's just strong.  He has the patience of Job and with me for a wife, well, he needs it.  But you know what, when my Mom took her last breath, this strong man broke down and wept.  It made me love him, so much more.  I didn't know that was possible.  And when I pushed him away during that time, he didn't leave me.  He should have.  Because I was terrible.  I couldn't stand myself.  I don't know how he did it.

This man is a wonderful Daddy, too.  He thinks our kiddos hung the moon.  Their favorite time with him is in the kitchen.  (and just to let you know....he's an amazing cook)  "Daddy, lets me scramble the eggs BY MYSELF, Ma.  Why don't you?"  "Daddy let me cut the cucumber with a butter knife."....they LOVE him.  Any man who lets his daughter give him a pedicure (no polish though), well, he's got to be a good daddy.  And that patience thing, yeah, he's got it with the kiddos, too.  He loves to fish, but when we all go fishing, 90% of the time, he's baiting the kids hooks, never once casting his line.  You know it's got to kill him to not be able to cast his, especially when we are catching fish left and right.  But he just smiles and goes on and on about how good the kids are at it. 

I can't imagine my life without him.  The thought of it makes me want to curl up in the corner of my closet, hugged up to a can of Pringles.  To love him has made me a better person.  To love him gives me strength.  To love him gives me courage.  Oh....just to freaking LOVE him.