Jaci tagged me, so I have to tell you all about my perfect guy.
Good thing I write fiction, huh?
My guy’s not perfect. Wouldn’t it be boring if he was?
I met him when I was waitressing and he was a coffee counter regular. I absolutely couldn’t stand his arrogance and know-it-allness. So I married him. HA!
To keep this from becoming some long, boring story about how wonderful he is, I’ll just do a “10 reasons I think he’s a rock star”.
10. I’ve never had to wonder where he was or who he was with.
9. He’s very confident and comfortable with who he is.
8. He’s never ridiculed my desire to write. He’s probably not been the most enthusiastic of cheerleaders, but for a New England farmboy, he’s been pretty supportive.
7. Even when piling up jobs have him working ungodly hours per week, he does his best to be in his recliner at bedtime story time.
6. He’s never thrown our decision for me to be a SAHM in my face in a serious way.
5. He’s got a wicked sense of humor and the most infectious laugh I’ve ever heard (which he passed on to his children.)
4. If he’s an hour late coming home from work, the kids notice and start stalking the door. I think that says a lot.
3. He bought me a 1967 Mustang. :kiss:
2. He’ll sing with the short kid even though he’s horrible and his face gets all red and he feels like an ass, just because it makes the short kid happy.
1. When faced with a timid, sensitive bookworm of son with whom he had nothing in common, he changed things about himself and found ways to connect rather than trying to change the child.
And a bonus one, I guess. When he promised to love, honor and cherish me for better or worse, he meant it.