The Start Of My 100 Things I Love About WB

So a while back I mentioned my friend Aimee and how she wrote 100 truly wonderful things about her sweet husband. WB told me I probably couldn't come up with 100 things to say about him. Baiting the hook, he's good at that. But you know, I always bite. So I decided to share some more stories about WB in the future and today is that day. Oh, and Mom I promise to post pictures of our chickens soon...WB first, chickens next. (She's been waiting anxiously for my chicken post.)

I love WB because he makes me things.

On one of our first group gatherings, we weren't dating yet, he made me a rose out of a bar napkin. Just so you know it wasn't just a bar. It was a Laundromat/pool hall/bar. It was college and these were our hangouts. Anyway, I was thoroughly impressed. I still have that rose, it was just too sweet.

He makes my coffee. He puts just the right amount of cream and sugar in it, better than I can do myself. Many nights I would stay up all night with one of our babies and as I padded half asleep into the kitchen each morning he would hand me my coffee. Made just to perfection. He still does it.

The list really is endless. He constantly makes me things with his own two hands. His two strong, masculine, never seen a manicure, hands. I could write a whole story about those hands, but I'll save that for later.

For my birthday he made me a beautiful cabinet that was built into the wall of our old house. For weeks he constructed, sanded, and stained. The drawers had dovetails and pewter pulls in the shape of Kachinas. Kachinas to remind me of our many trips to Albuquerque and Santa Fe, as well as the romantic night he proposed to me there. I cried when we moved and we had to leave that cabinet behind. I cried even harder when I realized the new couple had torn it out. I would have paid them to let me have the wood and the pulls. WB would have built me something else from it.

He once made a list of all the things he loved about me when we were dating. He also wrote me letters, many sweet letters when we were apart. He always wrote them on fancy stationary and cards. Sometimes sealed with wax. When he does something for me, he goes all out. A girl can get spoiled that way, but she can also live each day feeling cherished and loved too.

In the kitchen he makes amazing things; cheesecakes, bread, sinfully chocolate desserts, smoked brisket, gourmet breakfasts, and the list goes on and on. He wasn't much of a cook when we first got married, but he realized early on my passion for food. So he dove in headfirst and started cooking me delicious things. Things I love, things I crave, things I shouldn't have but do.

But the things I love best about him is that he makes a house a home. He makes my heart skip a beat when he looks at me. He makes my children smile. He makes me laugh and sometimes cry. He makes me a better person. He makes me feel safe. He makes me thank God each and every day for putting him in my life.

Okay, that's 1 down and only 99 more to go.