Happy Sweetheart Day

My husband is my very friend. I would rather be with him at any time of the day than with anyone else. I never feel the need to have a time with "the girls" or to be alone, or go anywhere with anyone besides him. Some people might think that I can't go anywhere without him, but that is only their opinion. The fact is, I CHOOSE to have him with me all the time. Yes, I can drive to places all by myself if I needed to, but why? I like his company and if I need to go somewhere I want him to come along. He keeps me grounded to what is important. He treats me like a queen. He does more for me than I do for him. I love him.

He has been a wonderful father to our children. He is a great example of a priesthood holder. He takes his role as father seriously, but with a sense of humor. How else could he put up with three daughters, one son, a wife, and one bathroom? He never tires of working; it's the old farmer in him. He gets up with the cows (even though we don't have cows any more), and goes to sleep after the last chore is done. He can't stand to just sit around if there is work to do. He has always been concerned about making life comfortable for everyone, making sure the finances are there for basic needs, than no one goes without the necessities if he is able to help.

He is a loving grandfather to our children. He love to have them around him. He giggles when they giggle. He glows when he hears them call his name, or speak with him on the phone. He chuckles when one of the says to me, "I want to talk to Grandpa." Before they even tell me hello! I could be jealous, but why? I want to talk to him, too. I know he is more fun than I am, just ask the grandkids!

I love just sitting at night with him in the chair next to me. I love knowing he is there. I love the times he brings me flowers at school for no reason, or for obvious reasons. I love how he brings me a sandwich at school so we can visit for a few minutes between jobs. I love how he scrapes the driveway and keeps the ice removed so I don't have to worry about falling. I love his he gives me his arm when we walk into buildings. I love all the little things he does for me. I love him.

Happy Valentine's Day, dear.