Why I love my husband.

He refuses to get rid of this old rocking chair that doesn’t match anything in our bedroom because our youngest daughter scratched her initials in one of the arms.

Initials S.B. in arm.

Initials S.B. in arm.

He refuses to get rid of our bed even though the kids broke the frame and it’s propped up with cement blocks because our kids were conceived in it.

Cement blocks holding up our bed frame.

He refuses to part with a chest in our living room because our dog Louie chewed off the corner when he was a puppy.

Lovely Louie chewed this corner.

He refuses to get a board on the edge of our entryway replace because Jake chewed the edge.

Jake’s teeth marks in our hardwood floor.

Because he’s a hard-edged macho dude with a warm heart.

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13 Responses to Why I love my husband.

  1. anny cook says:

    So that makes him a “keeper”…

  2. Aww, a guy with a kind heart.

  3. Amber Skyze says:

    Awww, he’s sentimental. How sweet. :)

  4. He is a sentimental guy. More sentimental than I am. :)

  5. There’s nothing better than a man who treasures the memories you have together. We count ourselves very blessed to have such good men beside us.

  6. Definitely, Marylin. Every day.

  7. That was so sweet!! That made me just want to go hug my hubby!! What a great post.

  8. Awwww! I bet your hubby appreciated the hug! Thanks for stopping by. :)

  9. I know, Tim. Kinda like I imagine you.

  10. Getting there, Steph. Thanks to the rank bulls!

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