He takes a tissue and wipes down the toilet rim after he uses it-every single time.
He scoops the yard after the dog does his business even if he didn’t take him out.
He comes out to help me unload groceries if he is downstairs when I get home.
He always volunteered to go pick up the girls from late night functions so I could go to bed.
When he asked the girls how their day was, his eyes would light up while they talked.
This one is sometimes cute and sometimes annoying: When he calls me and I answer the phone he always says “Who’s your daddy?” He thinks he is so amusing.
He is a great father - sets a very good example for our children.
He walks a very straight line professionally and socially - no blurred lines -he has never embarrassed our family with those sorts of indiscretions.
If he says he is going to do something, he will do it 100% of the time.
He is a man of few words - listens more than he speaks.
He rarely complains
He is very well traveled - very few airports on earth that he doesn’t know his way around.
He is very accomplished yet doesn’t talk a lot about himself.
He sends our D a gorgeous bouquet on her birthday and on valentines day - ditto for me.
He is a gentleman - he still holds doors for women, let’s them step off elevators first, won’t sit until all the women are seated at a table and pulls out their chairs. Refuses to let a woman pay for anything - even my girlfriends who he might not be particularly fond of.
He knows it’s just best to call a repairman for most things.
He knows how to order a good bottle of wine
Periodically he will fill up my gas tank, check my tire pressure and oil.
Never complains about my spending habits.
Rarely curses.
Every once in a while he will say to me “I still can’t believe you married me Harvest!”
H is a much better housekeeper than I am, but never complains.
Volunteers to be the one who gets up at 0-dark-30 to drive D to school on speech competition days because I am not a morning person. This has been as early at 5 a.m. depending on where the bus has to go.
Does all the yard work and if needed, snow removal (very rare in Seattle) without fail.
Get deliriously happily involved in making our house and yard into Christmas central every year.
But the two I love him for are that 1)He accepted my two older kids as his own and never faltered, even when they were snotty teens and 2)Would move heaven and earth to give our D what she wants. There’s an old song about a little girl praying for scarlet ribbons, and the dad goes all over town trying to find some. That is my H. He’s done that, even if it’s something D has only mentioned in passing. She’s not spoiled, but she knows that to her dad, she is everything.
I peeked in to say goodnight
When I heard my child in prayer
And for me some scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for my hair
All the stores were closed and shuttered
All the streets were dark and bare
In our town, no scarlet ribbons
Not one ribbon for her hair
Through the night my heart was aching
And just before the dawn was breaking
I peeked in and on her bed
In gay profusion lying there
Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
If I live to be a hundred
I will never know from where
Came those lovely scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
makes me coffee every morning, even though he doesn’t drink it; mows the lawn without being asked; is gentle, even-tempered, and rarely gets angry; assumes that every person he meets is intelligent and never talks down to them; gets rid of critters; doesn’t even attempt cooking because he knows I love to do it; cleans up the dishes almost every night; was willing to send our kids to a very expensive Christian high school even though he is an atheist; loves cats; drives a super cheap, bottom of the line Camry, even though he could afford a much nicer car; loves my cooking; shares my love of wine; eats dessert; writes poetry; is faithful
Brings me fresh flowers every week. Makes me coffee every morning. Kills spiders for me. Changes light bulbs and reaches things on high shelves. Has a great sense of humor and adventure. Tells me that he loves me every day.
H will do ANYTHING for me or our kids and never complains about bills to support D or medical bills or actually any bills! He puts up with my extended family, even those he’s not as fond of, makes breakfast EVERY DAY (unless we opt to go out), washes the dishes every day, takes care of all the yardwork, keeps all our computers and tech gear humming along, is very easy to please, and is happy most of the time. He loved his job and now has a great pension and health insurance for the rest of our lives. We are very compatible and enjoy each other’s company. We are both so happy to be approaching our 30th anniversary of wedded bliss!
H for sure got the short end of the stick. Cooks, cleans, cat lover. Makes me laugh all the time, hugs me when I cry, supports me all the time. Challenges me. He’s super generous. He is persistent in everything. Catches mice. Fills my car with gas and in general is the fixer, assembler. He got up in the middle of the night when the kids were babies. I have had a few surgeries and he took amazing care of me. I just had a miserable shoulder surgery. He jumped in the shower and washed my hair and helped me do my painful exercises. He helps me get my bra on and off every day. In general he puts me first.
Thank you for starting this post. I am sure the opposite post was made in jest, but to me, the more you focus on what’s wrong, the more wrong it will be/become. We have been together for 30 years, married for almost 28. He’s my best friend. We laugh together. He’s a quiet man who loves his family more than life itself. He is an incredible father and supports his kids not only financially, but emotionally as well. At this point he’s shifted more to their friend vs their father, which speaks volumes, I think. They love spending time with him. He’s involved in various organizations that help the poor and when I hear him speak with them, he treats them all with the respect and dignity we all deserve to be treated with. He has offered for my mom to come live with us, if need be. I was always the more outgoing one, he the more introverted one. We have balanced each other out…I am a bit more reserved now and he a bit more outgoing. He has pushed me out of my comfort zone in terms of travel and has shown me so much of this beautiful world. I am not much of a cook, and he has never complained. Thanks me every evening and helps clean off the table. Like eyemamom posted above, my dh tended to me when I broke my arm in two places and couldn’t do anything for myself. Tells me he loves me every day and that I am beautiful. I could go on and on, but thanks to this post, I see I am blessed beyond measure to have this wonderful marriage.
List is too long to write here, but a few:
Fixes the computers, and all electronics around the house
As soon as I say “we need to…” its done (big or small) especially things I cant reach, like lightbulbs, or gross tasks like cleaning some outside stuff
Makes time to do things even when he really doesnt have time
Rarely says no
Great guy!
We went through a real rough patch about 17 years ago. EVERY SINGLE THING he did annoyed the hell out of me. Especially the way he chews his food. Another friend commented one day that when she and her DH had trouble while she struggled horribly with menopause, she could be across the room from him while he ate and she’d still want to throw something at him because she could hear him chewing.
I agree that it can be a snowball effect if you let it.
I can’t list everything that’s great about my husband, but I will say that he is the rock of our family. I don’t know what I would do without him when things get crazy.
