One of the (many) reasons I love my husband

There are a million reasons I love my husband, and in honor of the approaching V-day holiday I thought I'd reflect on a few.  So, be warned, it's about to get sappy around here! 

We usually keep Valentines Day pretty low-key; in the past, we've done lots of quiet "dinner and a movie at home" nights or gifted each other with small things.  On numerous occasions we've decided on a purchase for the house together and called it good with that.  This year will be the dinner and a movie route, and if I don't make it to town before Thursday, it might be minus the movie!  But the beauty of that simple routine is that, if Valentines Day for Hunter equals him coming home to his wife and child, enjoying a nice dinner and some quality time with said wife and child, I know he'll go to bed happy and contented.  If there is one thing I can say about my husband, it's that he knows how to love his family. 

And really, that makes me a lucky, lucky, woman.  During our marriage, there has not been a day that I have not heard the words "I love you."  We waited 8 years before having Archer, enjoying lots of adventures together and acknowleging that while we wanted a child someday, we weren't ready yet.  When Archer came along, we were ready to be parents together, and ready to embrace a new lifestyle that numbered 3 instead of 2. 

I'll tell you this about my husband- he LOVES his boy.  And I know that Archer will always know he is loved.  Hunter is a man's man: he hunts, he fishes, he is passionate about being in the outdoors.  He hates city life and its associated hustle and bustle.  He likes to tell people that to get to his office, he doesn't have to drive "into town"- there's just one stop sign and a 10 minute drive between here and there.  But he doesn't have that macho, annoying "I am a man and therefore have no heart" side to him that so many macho men feel like they have to have.  He will tell anyone, without shame, that he loves me and Archer.  That we're the best things in his life.  That he would do anything to keep us safe.  That he's lucky to have us. 

What's cuter than a dude having the time of his life talking and singing silly high pitched songs at a little baby!  At a guy stumbling up the stairs, tired after listening to his baby crying during the night, getting up to go to work, and his face lights up at seeing said baby.  At seeing the man you love come home from work, and, when those little arms go out and around his neck hearing him say, "ohhhh you just made my day."

I love that about him.  A man who cherishes his family?  That's a real man in my book!