my sweety carried and delivered my baby for us! never complained or whined for 9 months. coolest thing anyone has ever done for me…
As a surprise, he made a website with 55 reasons why he loves me. Special little things that I had no idea he ever noticed, like the way I eat my noodles. I’ve never felt so loved. He’s a special, understanding, caring, sweet, wonderful man.
When my wife and I first started dating, the subject of birthdays came up. I told her how, on my last b/d, the woman I had been dating at the time “didn’t have time” to buy me anything except two padded clothes hangers. Yippee. Also, she bought me a card, but lost it. Never took the time to find it or another one. I don’t even think we went out that night, her being “too tired.”
The next time I went to see my future wife, I walked into her apartment and she had waiting for me a surprise birthday party, complete with presents, decorations, cake, even birthday hats! Even though my birthday had been five months earlier!
She had felt so bad that my last birthday had been so depressing. “Everybody should have a celebration for their birthday!” was her explanation.
I didn’t let this woman slip through my fingers…we’ve been married ever since.
El Elvis Rojo is a real sweetheart, so it’s hard to choose amongst his sweet acts, but:
Insisting on coming over one evening when I was in tears over a homework assignment
Surprising me with a Scrabble board, after I said I loved to play but left my board back at my parents’ house
Buying me gorgeous bouquets of flowers, even though by some strange magic they shrivel the second they touch my kitchen table
Does just being her perfect wonderful self count?
Okay, too sappy. I feel funny posting right after her, so I just want everyone to know this isn’t a “Well she posted something, so I should post something” post (Oi, that’s a lot of posts), she definitely deserves some recognition.
Some nights if I’m really lucky, Ballybay grants me the pleasure of staying the night, and in the morning, we have coffee together before I take her to class. I’m not much of a breakfast person, so as she sits down to her Malt-O-Meal, I’m content to just sit there with my coffee. One morning she asked me why I don’t eat breakfast, and on the occassions I do, what do I eat. I said I just don’t feel hungry in the mornings, but on the occassions I do eat, I like a bit of fruit. I didn’t think much of it, but the next morning I was lucky enough to wake up next to her, she was putting together the normal cup o Joe, and said “I have a surprise for you.” Then she reached into the pantry and pulled out a can of pineapple. She’s not big on fruit, and especially not Pineapple, but she knew I liked it and went out and got some just for me. That really made me feel special.
Ooh, Elvis made me think of another one. When I was in college, before we were married, I had about a mile-and-a-half walk to my morning classes from my apartment, often lugging my art portfolio, toolbox, and bookbag. Most mornings, on his way home from his third-shift job, Mr. S would pick me up somewhere between my door and a few blocks away (depending on traffic and the time he could get there) and chauffeur me to the door of the art building, often with a newspaper and a donut.
I also told once before about how he brought me and my roommate three electric space heaters for our cold apartment (the landlord was being no help). I still use one of them in my office.
Well, I could post a bunch of possibilities. But I’d like to post a recent one, one that is SDMB related, even!
As some of you know (from my incessant whining) I’ve been pushing very hard to meet some thesis deadlines. This has meant I have left Mr. Cranky to do the vast majority of the morning and evening parenting. Obviously this is a job that is rewarding and we do it out of love, but we have always tried to split it 50-50 and respect each other’s very real need for occasional breaks and free time. Especially since these are the toddler years with their attendant frustrations, Well, Mr. Cranky has had precious few breaks and very littel free time in the evenings for the past 6 or more weeks. I even took TWO trips out of town in October, meaning he was really stuck with everything.
So. Midwest Chick Dope looms. I want to enjoy my Saturday of shopping. But suddenly Mr. Cranky’s Dad invites him to go to the Michigan football game that same Saturday. The first game he will have attended all year. I can hardly ask him to say no, expecially given how many plans Mr. Cranky has put on hold for me all fall. But when Mr Cranky realized it was Chick Dope, he told me to go ahead; he’d stay with Cranky Jr all day, not go to the game, and that the day should be “my reward for working hard.” He’s also, I should add, staying home with Little Cranky while I go out to dinner with Manny, Geo, et al tonight.
What a man. God I love him.
Not really for me, but still…
My hunner and I had a long distance relationship and saw each other on the weekends that my then 2 year old daughter was with her dad. We’d only been dating for a couple of months. Hunner and daughter didn’t spend much time together, but of course they heard enough about each other from me. One day daughter got stung by a swarm of bees, which was pretty dang traumatic for a 2 year old. The next time Hunner and I got together he gave me a stuffed animal “bug” to give her to make her feel better.
Sweet yes. But even better, he still to this day gives her stuff related to that theme once in a while. =)