Thanks Lib for putting this one out there for us.
He makes up games for us to play together, and they’re always fun.
When an unpleasant situation occurs that is out of our control, he laughs at it right along with me. Car broke down in the middle of nowhere and it’s pouring down rain? Not only is it funny, it’s an adventure.
When he’s in a deep sleep and I roll over in bed, he always says “you’re really pretty”, or “I love you sooo much”.
Any time I have have a spurt of creativity, he encourages it. Even though he knows from experience that the project will never be completed, and that the checking account will be considerably depleted.
He always has the right thing to say in a tough situation. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like the right thing at the time, but it always is in retrospect.
He still makes up stories for me at bed time, and I still fall asleep halfway through.
His thought process is unlike that of anyone I’ve ever met before. He keeps me on my toes, and continually amazes me.
He does things for my mother. Unasked.
He does things for his mother. Unasked.
When my grandfather wanted to know if he could come live with us in our tiny house, his reply was “of course he can”.
Any time one of my older relatives move, he’s always there packing and moving their stuff.
Last week I woke up late one morning and as a result, the kids got to school late. When our daughter told us that she’d have to stay after school the next day for being tardy, all he said was “Well, it wasn’t her fault, let’s go and stay late with her”. This made our daughter’s friends jealous, but elevated our status to uber-cool in our daughter’s eyes. (Seventh grade detention isn’t nearly as daunting when you’re 35 as it is when you’re 12.)
I think he’s excellent and he thinks he’s adequate, which makes him that much more endearing. You see, he’s always trying to do better, and he’s just so damn humble.