How can I not post about the love of my life on Valentine’s Day? The biggest problem is how can I possibly convey all the things he is to me in a short post? Obviously, I can’t but will give it my best shot. The Rooster (aka Steve) is not just my husband and best friend, but he’s an amazing human being. Which is why I want to dedicate this post to him and the love that I have for him.
Why is the Rooster amazing to me? Let me count the ways…
- He is the nicer, kinder one of the two of us. Whereas I may be the one who sets up the social situations, he’s definitely the one who steps up to the plate once we’re there and brings it home.
- He’s never missed a birthday. Whether it was one of the girls or mine – he’s always been home. This past year, he was in Florida helping a friend recover from donating a kidney. He was supposed to be home on December 22nd but managed to be home the day before my birthday which was on the 17th. This may not seem like a big deal, but birthdays are a big deal in our house (because I insist on it) so it’s important to him.
- He’s hardly ever missed one of the kid’s games or performances. There have been a couple of exceptions to this, but not many. He knows the girls count on us to be there and it’s important to him. No matter how “small” the activity is, it’s important that we’re there as a family to support each other. The ones he’s missed, I know have really bothered him.
- He doesn’t miss family and friend’s milestones. He doesn’t limit it to “just his kids”. If there’s a celebration for our friend’s kids, he’s going to be there if at all possible. There have been times that I’ve given him a kitchen pass and he’s still chosen to go. He doesn’t consider it a chore or a hardship to go – he enjoys spending the time celebrating the occasion with our friends because to us, our friends are our extended family.
- He’s an amazing cook. Not only does he love to cook, he’s amazing at it. We don’t have a lot of time during the week to do it but come the weekend – it’s on. He relishes taking on the challenge of new recipes and believe me, we love the results of the challenge!! Fact: as odd as it seems, I never liked ribs until he came up with his own special version. Oh. My. God. They’re amazing and I still haven’t had any that are as good as his. Same goes for Philly Cheese Steaks.
- He’s quite possibly, the most patient and giving person I know. At least with me. Sometimes his fuse is short with the girls but hey… he’s way out-numbered, who wouldn’t lose it now and again. You have to understand me.. I’m sporadic, spontaneous and a liberal free spirit. He votes Republican, I vote Democrat. When I have one of my moments that I lovingly refer to as my “Lucy” moments, he’s right there to support me. He’ll play Devil’s advocate if he thinks it’s warranted, but for the most part he just lets me roll with it. And for that, I’m grateful.
- He’s funny. He’s always joking and always has a funny line to throw in the mix. Our poor kids aren’t always sure if he’s serious or if he’s kidding. Sometimes, neither am I. He can take it as well as he can give it, too. It’s easy to be a prankster but you have to be able to be pranked and laugh about it, too.
- He loves making memories and traditions. He gets this from his mom. This is important to both of us. For him, it’s because his family did and for me it’s because my family really didn’t. He’s the one who started our annual Gingerbread House party – not me. I am always finding little pieces of paper tucked in his drawers where he has written down funny things the kids say or funny moments that happen on vacation. Usually it’s the Moms that do this stuff but not in my house.
- He works his ass off. There was a time, several years ago when we were going thru a pretty tough time financially. He was doing an appraisal apprentiship in NJ, it was closing in on Christmas and things were just really, really tight. Bills don’t get paid and kids don’t get fed on pride so in addition to the daytime job he was working, he went to work for Target 3rd shift to help make ends meet. I think he went for 6 months with little to no sleep and it was hard on everyone. But, he never complained (well, no more than the normal person would) and we made it through. I’m not sure if he will ever know how significant that move was to me.
- He’s a softie for his daughters. Steve would rather spend time with us than anyone else. If one of the kids wants to play golf, he takes them. Football or tag in the yard, he plays. Sometimes things don’t get done around the house because of it and no matter what I may say, I’m okay with that. He’s involved in their homework, grades and discipline. He may not always stick TO the grounding which puts him in the “softie” category and therefore, again, makes him the nicer of the two of us (see #1).
We all think our husbands are spectacular but I don’t think we always let them know. This, Steve Daukas, is my Valentine’s Day gift to you – that you know how much I love you.. more today than yesterday.
But not as much as tomorrow.
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