***His Technical talents. He is a computer master (really I'm starring at several certificates on the wall signed by Bill Gates of Microsoft and Eric Schmidt of Novell saying that he is!). As soon as his mouth opens with computer lingo or really ANY technical lingo my ears slowly close...it's crazy how that happens. I purposely don't learn what he is teaching me, what else would he have to do around here if I didn't look at him innocently and explain for the 79th time that 'No, I don't know how to take the memory card out of the camera to put photos on the computer' (what was wrong with film anyway, right?! Who has my back?!) He has kindly informed me that if anything were to happen to him, then our 9 year old would have to manage all technical things in the house not to be limited to the cameras, XBOX, computers, wireless something or others, etc., etc.
***His big strong muscles to open pickle jars! I'll be honest, at first I really was too weak to open those dumb glass jars that are obviously only meant for super heroes to open. However, as time went by I realized that most times the pickle juice would explode OUT of the jar and onto whoever was opening it, so I continued to pretend weakness. He keeps buying it because he has never witnessed me carrying a toddler, 32 oz. soda, 6 bags of groceries, and my purse all at the same time WHILE managing to unlock the door.
***His fearless nature in the face of fast, hairy spiders! 'I am women hear me roar' does NOT apply when faced with spiders. I don't care about the size, type or color, if it is in my house it IS a mortal enemy. When I lived at my parents’ house I would get the dust buster and suck them up. The sound of them crunching in between toilet paper was nasty. And what if you didn't fully kill them and they came back for you later...hmm, I laid awake thinking about that as a child. Well, when we got married I didn't own a dust buster. So if he wasn't home, I did the next best thing! I would get a glass cup and place it over the top of the spider. That way I could see that the spider was still in there and then he could get rid of it however he wanted. It worked well for us until a dreaded event happened...we got cats! The cats thought this was great fun to watch a spider crawling around under glass. The first time I found a glass tipped over and the spider missing I screamed and ran upstairs and called to inform him over the eight legged emergency at home.
***His 6 foot 3 inch frame. Let's face it, when you're short you lose things in closets and high cupboards. Let's not even get started on things on the TOP shelves in grocery stores! He is like my own personal step ladder in cases like this. Wait, not just my own personal, I can't count the number of times strangers have asked him to help get something for them in the store...wait, isn't that a pick up line?
Thank you for the 15 wonderful years of marriage Ethan! You are really a great guy (now I'm sucking up so you won't make me kill my own spiders!) and I'm glad you're mine! I do realize that you caught onto me years ago and continue to do these things just because you love me.
(He’s also super cool because he loves me enough to spell check my blog and explain to me again that I need to press F7 to spell and grammar check my work. )