Three Reasons My Husband is Wonderful

I've already waxed eloquent about my husband. But you need to understand that he really is fantastic, and that we are definitely a perfect match. Sure, we have our disagreements. He leaves his dirty socks on the floor and forgets to wipe off the kitchen counter. I fail to turn off lights when I leave rooms and I forget to hug him. (What can I say? I'm not a hugger.) But at the end of the day, he's the one I want to have to push off of me in bed when he goes comatose and flops his arms on my face.

The romance. It is still alive.

So today I thought I'd list three specific reasons Stephen makes me happy. Please know that these are not the only reasons I keep him around. These are just the three at the forefront of my mind at the moment.

1. He is not a picky eater. Just yesterday I was telling him about the many wives I have heard lament about their picky-eater husbands. These wives bend over backward to fix food their husbands will eat, and often these efforts go to waste, as their husbands continue to turn up their noses at various dishes. I mentioned that a few of these wives have said that their husbands are teaching their kids to be picky, too. I then, in typical Christine fashion, declared that, if Stephen or the kids ever decided to get picky, I hope they would understand that I wouldn't go to any trouble and that they could eat what I fixed, no matter what. Or starve. Or subsist on peanut butter. My dear husband then said, "I think being picky is wrong. Really and truly wrong. We are blessed with so much food that we have no right to be choosy about what we eat." Amen.
2. He encourages me to cut my hair. I have heard from lots of women that they would love, just love to cut their hair, but that their husbands "won't let them." I'm sorry, folks. I was raised very differently, with a father who was very much the head of the household, but also with a mother who very much operated in an independent, forthright manner. That sort of attitude just doesn't hold water. And I'm blessed with a husband who actually planted the seed in my brain to cut my hair uber-short before having Charlotte. He says it reminds him of when we were dating.
3. He is reading Twilight. Yes, that's right. Mr. Book Snob, who has laughed at my vampire love saga from the beginning, is reading the first book. We were invited to watch the movie with some friends, and he agreed. I begged and pleaded with him to read the book first, as I couldn't bear for him to form opinions based on the movie alone. (Because, let's face it: It's a little cheesy. Okay, it's a lot cheesy.) He started to argue, then saw how in earnest I was. And now he's reading it. And so far he hasn't said anything mean.

Those are good enough reasons to keep a guy around, I think.