Words cannot express how thankful I am for my wonderful husband. He treks all over with and for me, from trips to Wal-Mart to trips across the country. He cooks, he cleans, he fixes, he makes calls when I’ve had too much. He rescues me.
He’s finishing up the small touches on the bathroom project, repaired a water main break, put a new motor in the washing machine that was way too new to be worn out, worked in flower beds with me, and held my hand when my I felt like my world had ended.
At Grandpa’s funeral luncheon, my Hero sat at the little girls table and played with them.
The Princess’ sweet sixteen birthday party would have been a total flop if it weren’t for him keeping everyone entertained as Vern (his alter ego).
He didn’t freak out when we learned that if we turned on our heater we would die from carbon monoxide poisoning and made arrangements to have the whole heat and air package unit replaced.
Even though our cars are as old as the hills and we started shopping for a newer one in July, he hasn’t just bought the first one that came along. He wants to make sure that it’s something that we both want to drive.
He encourages me to go for walks and to eat less fattening foods and makes coffee for me almost every morning!
He keeps me smiling with his fun sense of humor and sometimes gives up his Sunday NASCAR race to spend time doing things that I want to do.
He is a nurturer, giver, and my best friend.
My Hero!
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