Powerball Husband

Do you hate those mushy posts where people are all, "Oh, my spouse is so fantastic?"  You do?  Okay, then go ahead and skip this one.

I was reminded by the radio this morning that Valentine's Day is right around the corner.  The ad was advertising roses.  I thought of the beautiful bouquet of white roses that was sitting on our dining room table when I got home from work yesterday, and I also thought of the bouquet of red roses that is almost ready to be thrown away.  It is sitting on our breakfast nook table in the kitchen.  Rex likes to overlap new flowers when the old flowers are almost dead, because that way I'm never totally without flowers.

Yep.  That's my husband.

The powerball lottery jackpot was at an all-time high a couple of weeks ago with a prize of over 1 billion dollars.  The odds of winning were next to impossible, yet some people still won.  That's kind of how I feel about Rex.  The odds of landing a man like him are next to impossible, yet somehow I did it.  Or somehow God decided to give him to me.  Whichever.  Either way, I'm thankful.

I don't realize how spoiled I am until things like this happen: a few days ago I looked in my lunch and said, "Aw man!  No carrots today."  My students looked at me, incredulous.  "You don't pack your own lunch?" they asked.  Uhhh...no?  Rex does it.  Is that weird?  Apparently yes.  Rex always wakes up with me while I get ready for work, and while I do my make-up, he packs my lunch.  I also semi-frequently get notes like this:

Also, I can't braid my own hair (it's my dirty little secret - now you know).  Rex's sister Michelle trained him on Barbies when they were kids, so Rex frequently braids my hair for me.  It's actually braided right now.  He's pretty much super-husband.

Rex has also told me that whenever I'm ready, I can get a pug.  I want a pug SO BADLY.  Don't ask me why.  I love them.  Rex hates them because...I don't know.  Just look at them.  They're kind of weird.  But Rex says as soon as I decide Ruby (our youngest dog) is "grown-up enough" to have a little sibling, I can bring home whatever pug I want.  Hooray!

Yeah, I think I'm gonna go ahead and keep him (Rex, not the pug in the picture.  Though I wish I could have both).  It's not that Rex and I never disagree or that marriage isn't work, but Rex is the hardest worker that I've ever met in my life.  I know that no matter how difficult life could ever get, he would never give up.  He just doesn't DO that.  He doesn't give up on me.  He doesn't give up on us.  People like that are becoming more and more rare.  He's worth more than a winning powerball ticket.

I love you, Rex.  Happy early Valentine's Day.