I wonder if I'm the only one who gets extremely emotional when in Toy Story 3, Woody mentions that Bo was gone. Maybe I can just relate to Woody, and I think I would be really really sad if Wayne was ever donated to the DI.
That's my quirky and Lizzie-esque intro to a very non-Lizzie-esque blog post.
I don't like to think of myself as a cold person, but honestly, I think I'm sort of a cold person. I'm not warm and fuzzy. I'm very anti-PDA (as in, Public Displays of Affection. I have no problem with iPhones or Blackberries). I've recently realized that I never say "I love you" unless someone has said it first, and even then it's a very quick and reflexive "love you, too", and I'm not even good at little mentions of adoration. I don't know why I'm like this. I was hugged as a child. But I'm not all that concerned with delving into my own emotional framework. I do, however, feel a little guilty that my non-squishiness results in my husband not getting the kind of payback for his awesomeness that he really deserves, and I have a pretty awesome husband.
So I think perhaps it's shout-out time. Here are just a small handful of reasons why I know my husband is super awesome and extra rad and way way more than I deserve:
Wayne never wins a fight. Ever. Ever. Both of us are very mellow, so we hardly ever fight, but when we do, I can say for myself that it's because I know I'm right and therefore cannot and should not back down. If I'm not 100% committed to my side, it's not worth the effort to argue about it, which is why we never fight. But, still, if I look at this from Wayne's point of view, he probably only fights when he's 100% committed as well, and yet the argument never ends until he backs down. That's how awesome he is. He's willing to be the bigger person. Every time. Because clearly I'm not.
Wayne has never raised his voice to me. He's had to do this with the kids occasionally, to be heard over the noise of two fighting children ravaging each other, and the sound of him yelling honestly freaks me out a little bit, because I never hear it. I wish I could say the same about myself, that I've never raised my voice to Wayne, but that's so not true. It only happens once in a blue moon, but it happens. Especially when I'm pregnant, sore, and tired.
Wayne never nags me about anything. I'm pretty close to perfection, but even still, I'm not quite there, so you'd think there were some faults in there he could point out, but he doesn't. Yeah, he puts up with a lot.
And probably the best thing about Wayne is that he lets me think I'm smarter than he is, when clearly I'm not. I forget about his fact, of course, and every now and then -- as I'm walking around with my head held high filled with thoughts that I'm the cool, smart, sophisticated one in the house -- something comes up that reminds me how intelligent Wayne is, and how incredibly good he is at his job. I honestly don't know what his job actually is anymore, he's been promoted so many times, and at this point, what he does is so intricate and technical, it's all way above my head. All I know is that he works very very hard on a whole variety of computer-y, program-y, technical things that keep the company running, plus a whole lot of other stuff and that apparently they couldn't live without him. That's a pretty big deal, and I don't think I give him enough credit for it.
So, long story short, even though I don't really say it and probably don't show it enough, I really really really love my husband. And if he ever gets thrown in the Charity Box, I'll probably jump in there with him.
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