I love him because...

Of course I love him for the wonderful husband he is.

Of course I love him for the incredible father he is.

Of course I love him because he's so dang cute.

Of course I love him because he cracks me up.

Of course I love him because we can talk endlessly.

Of course I love him because we can say nothing at all and be completely at ease with that.

Of course I love him because we enjoy doing so many of the same things together.

Of course I love him because we're so different and we're completely ok with that.

But why else do I love him?

Because he changes our furnace filters.

Because he remembers to get the oil changed.

Because he pumps the gas.

Because he calls in the pizza order.

Because he can fix all the minor glitches in the computer.

Because he has learned SO much over the past 17 years slowly becoming more of a handyman!

Because he hooks up all the wires and cables on the tv.

Because he knows how to shop for video games for my babies.

Because he turns on and shuts down the sprinkling system each spring and fall.

Because he mows the grass.

Because he shovels the snow.

Because he'll wear jeans (for me) when he'd rather wear sweatpants.

Because he cleans up really nice!

Because he smells so good!

Because he colors his grays "so he can look youthful because his wife is nine years younger and he has young kids and doesn't want to look like their grandpa".

(Isn't that cute?)

Because he adores kitties!

Because he still wishes on birthday candles and shooting stars.

Because he ALWAYS takes care of me.

Always.

In every way.

He wants me to be happy.

He wants me to look nice.

He wants the best for me.

Because he adores his boys.

Because he would do anything in the world for them.

To those who don't know him...

And maybe some who do...

He may seem gruff...

Assertive...

Or

Grumble.

But to those of us who love him most...

He is...

The Best.

And that is why we love him.