101 things I love about my husband...

He tells me I am beautiful often.
He loves my cooking.
He appreciates me.
His smile.
His honesty.
He works hard to support our family.
He does dishes.
He folds laundry.
He is willing to dish the ice cream.
He likes to hold me.
He cried when our first child was born.
He comes home for lunch every day.
Eternal perspective.
He is willing to let me have the bigger helping of dessert if I want it.
He lets me read even though he gets jealous of my reading sometimes.
He doesn’t complain when I buy books, even though we already have over 1,000.
He likes to dance with me.
He rubs my back even when he doesn’t feel like it.
He stays up late to spend time with me even if he has to get up early the next day.
He lets me sleep in.
He changes stinky diapers.
He cleans up after pukey kids.
He looks away from scantily clad women.
He respects me.
He supports me.
He lets me have some ME time when the kids get to be overwhelming, even if he has had a long day himself.
He is willing to cook when I don’t feel like it.
He appreciates me.
His eyes.
He is musical.
He reads my blog even though he doesn’t enjoy reading much.
He lets me control the remote.
He takes the garbage out.
He believes in me.
He loves our children.
He likes to take walks as a family.
He cleans when company is coming.
He doesn’t complain.
He is intelligent.
He loves spending time with me.
He likes to hold my hand.
He lets me tickle him even though he hates being tickled.
He doesn’t tickle me because I hate being tickled (yes, I am a hypocrite).
He says Howdy.
He is humble.
He is kind.
He is willing to kill for me (spiders anyway).
He is sentimental.
He is artistic.
He is a good hugger.
He puts the seat down when he is done.
He likes the same kind of music as I do.
He doesn’t mind if I buy ice cream that I like even if its one that he doesn’t like.
He gets the boys ready for school in the morning.
He doesn’t rub it in when he wins at a game (because he is not competitive like me.)
Sometimes he just smiles when I get upset at him.
He always forgives me.
He needs me.
He listens to me.
He doesn’t squash my dreams.
I can wake him up in the middle of the night if I have a bad dream, and he doesn’t get upset.
He lets me play on the computer.
He plays the piano.
He loves singing.
He doesn’t cringe when I sing (even though I often cringe at myself).
My happiness is important to him.
He makes homemade noodles when he makes soup.
He always puts a whipped cream heart on my ice cream when he dishes it.
He calls me sweetheart.
He is a good birth coach.
He encourages me.
He can fix problems with our computer when they come up.
He lets me shop for gifts for extended family.
He never degrades me for being overweight, not even a little.
He is not critical.
Even if he thinks of a good zinger when he is angry with me, he keeps it to himself.
He waited until we were engaged to kiss me.
He is a spiritual person.
He lives our religion.
He is a worthy priesthood holder.
He is gentle.
He is a good Father to our kids.
He is never mean.
He is a hard worker.
He is polite.
He doesn’t degrade other people.
He shows kindness every day.
He is good at Math.
He is artistic.
He likes to be near me, even if its just sitting on the couch together.
He willingly gave two years of his life to serve a full time mission in South Korea.
He is patient.
He thinks people are mostly good.
He is unselfish.
He wants to be with me forever.
His positive attitude.
He tries to help our family be more righteous.
He is my best friend.
He thinks about what he is going to say before he says it.
He is compassionate.
He loves me.

Happy Birthday D! I LOVE YOU!