I was just told the best news of my day: my husband is cooking tonight!

Most days, it may not be that apparent from my side (and definitely should be), but I am married to the greatest guy. He cooks, he cleans, he does laundry, he takes care of things that need taking care of like cutting the grass or picking up doogie doo in the backyard, all without me having to do it or even to ask it.

While my workdays have been long and exhausting, he just takes care of what needs taking care of. And he doesn't even flinch when I say I have to travel again. He just does what needs doing. How many men do you know like that?

My husband has habits that drive me insane (like watching golf all day all weekend or not wanting to try anything but what he has always eaten and definitely not Indian), but I still think that he is God's perfect gift to this chaotic chick.

God knew I needed a steady counterpart, one who doesn't get frazzled when there are piles of paper on the kitchen counter or there is not food cooked at night or the workday extends to 11 pm again. He just picks up where I left of, and many times he just picks up what needs picking up.

So this is the love song to Nick, great husband of Elke:

You are my wonderman, my hugger, my taker-care-of, my great kisser, my Nikomou, my I-could-tell-you-what-to-do-but-will-just-listener, my timekeeper, my accelerator when procrastinating, my perfect snuggler, my fellow traveler to new adventures, my rock when the winds blow around me, my perfect companion who doesn't point out my imperfections and my big big BIG Love.

You have got to meet this guy!



posted by Elke at 4:42 PM