I'm afraid it's time...

For me to brag. A little. I'm always reading posts about other husbands and how grateful all the wives are for them... so today its my turn. The only thing that was keeping me from doing it before was... I just didn't want to overwhelm anyone with mushiness (Bre); I have way too much to say. But today I feel like its fast Sunday and if I don't get up and express my gratitude... I'll feel horrible.

Pretty much I just love my husband. I am so grateful for him and everything he does for us. He is working so hard right now and it's not easy. He is doing such a good job and is proving his work ethic again (he worked a nasty construction job last summer). He is such an amazingly hard worker. He never complains about anything and my happiness is always his main concern. He continues to do sweet things for me all the time. The other night I was talking about how I don't feel like a good wife; sometimes I make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for him cause they are faster even though I know he would probably like a chicken sandwich better (but he likes PBJ too okay). One time I forgot to do a load of whites and he had to wear his gray shirt (white is better... hence the heat out here). Also his favorite meal is Meat-loaf (which I have never made before) and I tried to surprise him and make it one night and it was the grossest thing ever. (hahhahaha I'm laughing just thinking about it). I realize these things sound so small but they are big to me. My goal is to do anything and everything I can for him because he is doing SO much for us right now.

Anyway, he was so upset at me for feeling that way. So he then made me name everything that I do for him. Which I did. And he continued with, "Okay so Britt did you just hear all that? And what do I do for you?" And I was like..."You go to work every day... you have a really hard job!" And then he said.. "Ya but Britt, that is all I do. I go to work. I never do anything for you. Here, I have an idea. Stay right here, watch some TV and don't move."

Curious to know what his idea was...I waited and listened. Heard some stuff going on in the kitchen. The fridge opened. The cupboard opened. The blender went off. Then in he walks, holding a MAMMOTH Oreo shake...AND a huge smile on his face. He felt so good. And of course... you guessed it. I started crying. (maybe I do that too much?) But I can't help it because when I am filled with so much love...I feel like my whole body is going to burst and the only thing that ends up bursting... are tears.

Grant who sometimes walks over 9 hours a day, is always aching, deals with people who are scary (at least in my mind) (and sometimes won't even let him in their house when he needs to pee.. which okay I see why you wouldn't want to let in a stranger but hello? Who cares. If my husband needs to pee then let him in) ... was so happy because he could make me an Oreo shake. If that doesn't reveal the level of his caliber then I don't know what will. He keeps me a happy girl and if you can't tell... I'm absolutely crazy about him!!!