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No, my blog hasn’t been hacked – the title is true. My husband is hotter than my coffee. I’m lucky in love. True, I’m a romantic at heart. Who doesn’t love a good Lifetime movie? (Don’t lie…fess up here…!) But honestly, my husband is top-notch.
The roles in our house have been reversed for the past 6 years. Outside the “norm” of what society considers acceptable. Yep, my hubs is a stay-at-home-dad. He is like a manny, but…my manny. My arm candy, if you will. 😉 Ha, just kidding. But, he is one heck of a stay-at-home dad. I’ve never met someone so patient, loving and kind. He is surrounded by 3 Alpha females day in, and day out – and he holds his own. Do we override him on certain things? Of course. Choose your battles, right?
What melts my heart more than anything is the bond that he has with our girls. Admit it ladies (and gents), staying at home with kids is HARD work. It’s never-ending, its underappreciated and probably one of the harshest, and wrongly, judged “professions” by those who have never done it. Believe me, I’ve been there. It. is. hard. It is lonely. It is 24/7. Think maid/personal shopper/taxi driver/cook/psychologist/stuffed animal doctor/imagination station/craft king/coffee addict all wrapped into one body. and that is just poking the surface. 100% worth it, but 100% the hardest job I’ve ever done as well.
So, why is my husband hotter than my coffee?
For starters, he puts himself last. Always. Now, that alone isn’t the reason – but the fact that he does it without even realizing it., all the time…is the reason. He is unselfish and kind. and giving. He gives us the middle to his Oreos, the last bites of his ice cream, the food off his plate after we tell him we aren’t hungry and then he makes something so delicious that we are jealous and want to try a bite….and he does it all without hesitation.
He likes puns. Better yet, he understands puns and he can deliver some zingers. A man who has a way with words and the ability to use his mind too? Yes please. (BTW- a little late humor here but “How does the moon cut his hair? Eclipse it.”)
He is one of the most devoted dads I’ve ever known. His girls are his world. He laughs with them, cries with them, understands them, communicates with them and knows exactly when they need a hug or some space to be alone. His interaction and bond with them is something others admire, especially me. At times when I want to grab a Snickers and run hide in the closet for some “me” time, he is right in the middle of everything communicating and handling it. Calmly.
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He is down for my craziness. I’m sporadic, I’m last-minute, I’m chaotic, but he sees past that and knows my heart is true.
He supports my drive and passion for life. and trust me, I’m passionate about a lot of varying things. Sometimes they change daily, but no matter what, he’s my sounding board. I have a tendency to have what I like to call “word vomit” where I say things and as they are coming out of my mouth, I just can’t seem to stop them…and then they’re out there. He gets this. He knows this…and he doesn’t judge me for it.
He let’s me dream big without trying to ground my daydreams. (One day, I want to be a travelling hippie. He’s down.) I dream of starting my own bookstore, he’s researching storefronts that I can rent. I dream of blogging for a living, he’s proofreading my posts. I dream of traveling the country, he researches sidecars to hitch on to his motorcycle for a real adventure. Down for it all.
He challenges me mentally with stimulating conversation. I’m still working on doing the same for him…but, it’s a work in process. My vocabulary has expanded extensively since I’ve met him, and I’m thankful for that. He’s improved my confidence in myself and my abilities.
I’m lucky in life. I’m lucky in love. and I’m lucky to have a husband that I’m addicted to, like I am my coffee. 😉