He Loves Me

This post started out very different, but I have just decided to completely change the boring crap I was going to say to go along with this picture and go a totally different direction. Instead I am dedicating this post to my dear sweet hubby. And I'm going to start by going back in time a bit to the day after this past Christmas. We had stayed up at East Canyon with Marquis's family over Christmas, and I was stressed. For some reason this past Christmas seemed to just be a serious of catastrophes, at least with anything I tried to do or make, and since most of our Christmas presents were handmade this year, that was pretty much everything. I had spent quite a bit of time on quilts for the two little girls which I brought up to East Canyon packed in one big garbage sack. On Christmas morning after they had been opened, the quilts went right back into the same garbage sack. I had forgotten about them completely until the next morning, when I suddenly woke up and realized I didn't remember seeing them again after I had packed them back into the garbage bag, and I just knew that they had been thrown away with the rest of the Christmas aftermath. Me waking up panicked like that woke up Marquis, who immediately got dressed and went over to the other condo to see if he could find them.

Tangent - Have you ever seen the show Monk? Just in case you haven't, it's about a man named Mr. Monk who is very OCD, germaphobic, and all the fun stuff that goes along with that. Well, Marquis is Monk. Not near as bad, at least not yet, but definitely not comfortable with germs or touching dirty things. So after he searched the other condo and couldn't find the quilts, my germaphobe husband did the sweetest thing he could have ever done. He searched the dumpster. I couldn't believe it when he told me. I didn't think he would ever, ever do something like that. And to top that off, he didn't even get mad at me when he then looked in the trunk of our car and discovered the quilts safe and sound, placed there by me just a few minutes after they had been opened. Now that's love.

So what in the world does that have to do with this picture?

This is me, my sweet baby, my sister (on the far right) and in the middle is the Pioneer Woman. (If you don't know who that is, check out her blog by clicking here. She's lots of fun.) Marquis doesn't care about the Pioneer Woman. He hates events with lots of people, just like her very popular book signing last month. And yet he is the one behind the camera, taking this picture of me trying not to look giddy because the Pioneer Woman was signing my copies of her books. During the question and answer part of the book signing Princess decided she wanted to scream as loud as she could and for a long time, so Marquis took her out and finally got her to sleep. I think most men, even those without a severe dislike of crowds of people, would rather have their eyelashes pulled out one by one than to go to one of these girly events. But he was there, and didn't even seem to mind!

I could tell you so many more stories of stuff he does every single day, but I'll call that good for now. I love that man!