Ode to My Husband

Ode to My Husband

I apologize to anyone who is not married for this incredibly sappy blog. However, I will say that my dear husband bears the brunt of all my insanity and stress and doesn’t complain much, well really not at all. So here’s to you, husband who doesn’t complain, shares the remote, and rolls over when I make him because he’s snoring.
I remember first being married, or getting ready to get married, and a dear friend of mine said, “It was hard for me to realize that my husband couldn’t be my hero every day.” I thought about that and decided it would be a good idea not to expect him to be; however, more interestingly he is. He might not make my coffee, do the laundry the way I like, or pick his underwear up off the bathroom floor but he does manage to save me from crisis EVERY SINGLE DAY. Which makes me think of a song called, coincidentally, Every Day. Here are the lyrics for those of you who won’t listen to country music (I love it!):

Every Day by Rascall FlattsYou could have bowed out, gracefully
But you didn’t
You knew enough to leave well enough alone
But you wouldn’t
I drive myself crazy trying to stay out of my own way
The messes that I make, but my secrets are so safe
The only one who gets, yeah you get me
It’s amazing to me
How every day, every day, every day you save my life
I come around all crowed out and broken down and you’re a comfort
Sometimes the place I go is so deep and dark and desperate
I don’t know, I don’t know
How every day, every day, every day you save my life
Sometimes, I swear I don’t know if I’m coming or going
But you always say something with out even knowing
And I’m hanging on your words with all of my might
And I’m alright, yeah I’m alright, for one more night
Every day…

Well, anyway you get the point of the song. (Disclaimer: I don’t really think he “saves” me the same way that Jesus saves me, but he does save me from a mental break down every day)

Now at this point you are probably wondering, what does this guy do for her?
He finds my keys, sunglasses, helps me remember my phone, gets me out of bed, and he always brings me my drink at night so I can take my birth control. He also collects the phone at the night when I’m half asleep to plug it in. Sometimes he even brings me my ID/coffee and other things when I’ve forgotten them at home and he is on his way to work. He also stops at Starbucks when I pout, even though he’s going to be late for work. So he’s pretty much amazing to me. I might be a smart cookie, but I’m a klutz and I generally can’t function in normal, everyday life.
So here’s to you, husband, hero of daily life.