For the past year… well, the past 11 months, I’ve been working on something that I had given the nickname “Super Secret Project.” It was and is a list of 1000 reasons of why I love my husband Dale. I started it with this post, if you want to step back and read about the why. None of the posts are private. I just didn’t send them to Facebook or Twitter, because I was trying to make certain he didn’t see them before it was time.
There are a couple of things. One, I didn’t get to 1000 reasons within the year. I got to 225. But that doesn’t mean I’m stopping or giving up. I want each reason to be meaningful, and I felt like trying to force 1000 reasons within a year wouldn’t be the point. So expect to still see posts on why I love my husband.
But more importantly, two, he LOVED it. I would like to say it was a complete success! When I handed it to him at breakfast, he opened it, read the first page and said, “I don’t know what to say.” And then he proceeded to read the entire thing.
When we were talking about it later, he said that this is what he’s been asking for as a present for years. He wants me to take the time to do something, make something, spend time focusing on him and to give him that quality time. And that this was perfect.
The rest of Father’s Day was pretty good, too. We didn’t have the girls, because they are all at camp this week. But we had a good day. We went to a restaurant called Jazz, A Louisiana Kitchen, where he got to eat crawfish étouffeé and boudin. We had beignets for dessert. Then we went to his new favorite store, Menards, to get some more supplies to stain the deck. Which we were going to do yesterday, but it was too hot, so we’re going to do it this morning. We watched Ant-Man, went to bed when we wanted to, and today we are sleeping in (mostly).
Anyway, I’m rambling. What I want to say is this.
I love my husband.
And I will continue to love him for the rest of my life.
Reasons I love Dale:
226. He has never really complained about my not using as much spice in our food as when he was growing up. He laughs about he can’t handle “spicy” as much as he used to. But he still likes his food warmer than I do.
227. His creative solutions and his love of 550 cord. He helped me put together a chair for my downstairs table. Only the screw broke. His solution was to use 550 to hold it together. It’s working (so far).
228. He doesn’t tattle. This one is harder to explain. Long story short: there was a situation at work with someone not doing what they were supposed to. He called the manager, but didn’t tattle on the person. But the manager got it figured out pretty quickly.
229. He’s just really cute and funny without trying to be. Today’s picture is of him trying to eat boudin at Jazz. They split it open to double check to make sure it’s done. When they brought it out, he said, “why did they cut it open? You don’t eat boudin like that!” This was him demonstrating how to eat it correctly.