He loves me for me

I am so thankful that my husband loves me for who I am  and not for my skills in wifery. 

My record for longest-load-of-laundry ever is a week.  One week.  Seven days.  God created the entire universe in six and it takes me seven to do a load of whites.  And I didn't even really realize it until my husband ran out of undershirts.  And that boy has a lot of undershirts.

I have also as of late been refusing to take out the trash.  Now, the dumpster has been infested with bees this summer, and it's quite the chivalrous act for Hubs to put himself in harm's way because I would cry like a baby if I got stung.  But my bravery does not increase with the stinkiness of the trash.  Oh, no.  I just let it sit there and keep a window open.

And have I mentioned how long I take to get ready for bed?  Hubs takes 1.24 minutes, I'm in there for a good solid 10 plus.  And yes, I do insist that he keep the light on and wait for me.

And one of his favorite meals?  Sauerkraut.  One of the things that makes me most nauseous?  Sauerkraut.  I refuse to cook it, smell it, eat it, let it touch anything I eat or let it be in my kitchen when I'm home.

Would anyone like to nominate me for wife of the year?

Yeah, me neither.

Which is why I am so thankful to have a husband who looks at me with the God-given grace of love.  Unless I'm withholding sauerkraut.