Top 10 Reasons Ken Loves Me (I Bet)
1. I ask but never force him to participate in Harry Potter Marathons.
2. I clean the kitchen once every 24 hours.
3. I'm very good about shutting the door when I'm in the bathroom.
4. I work out in order to keep up a sexy physique. Shooting for two trips to the gym this week. Wert.
5. I make sure his shirts are ironed. Sometimes he does the ironing. I just make sure their done before work.
Uh oh. I could only come up with 5. 5 semi-good reasons. I serious married up when I married Ken. And he reminds me alllll the time. No. Not really. I remind him though. And I like to tell him how lucky I feel and how loved I feel with him in my life. Because I do.
Top 10 Reasons I Love Ken
1. He can watch a really boring show about engineering bridges and by the end I am totally into it and want to learn more about how exactly they make the steel do that? And how many other areas can benefit? And is there a sequel to "Bridges of Northeast Vermont"?
2. He cooks dinner. Every. Night. Not kidding. And it's the good stuff. Nothing frozen. He enjoys it. Which is totally awesome because the few nights I've volunteered to make dinner to take a load off of him... it's been awful. The food is awful (and not cooked enough) and the experience is awful.
3. He is really good at driving in reverse and pulling into parking spots.
4. He reads. All kinds of books. I think he is on his 7th or 8th book this YEAR!
5. He grew his beard again.
6. He wants to spend time with the boys and gets his version of upset if one of them is in bed early before he gets home.
7. His version of upset goes no further than mildly irritated.
8. He's book smart and mechanically smart.
9. He'll take a short shower so I can have all the hot water.
10. He laughs at my jokes.
11. He can see potential in unwanted things.
12. He keeps a journal.
13. He tells me when my clothes don't match.
14. He makes the weekends special without having to go somewhere.
15. If I have a plan or an idea or a dream he makes it happen.
16. Everytime he burps he acts like he's never done it before.
17. He knows when the teasing has reached a not fun point and is able to stop.
18. He makes really good angel food cake.
18! Already! Yoiks! It's easy to love Ken.
When we were growing up our mom taught us that Valentine's Day is about love. Not about relationships. Growing up my mom would make cut out hearts and they'd be laying at our spots at the table when she called us in for breakfast and morning scripture study. She'd write "Cutie Pie" or "Honey Bun" on it and it'd be accompanied with a little candy treat. It always made me feel very special. And loved. I think this helped me feel like it didn't matter if I was "alone" on the Big Day. I was loved. Valentine's Day is a day to eat the foods you love. Wear the clothes you love. And tell anyone you love- that you DO love them.
I'm teaching Koley the same thing.
Today we had his favorite food for breakfast. Donuts. We made valentines for our neighbors (because we love them) and he put his favorite (Cars) stickers on them. We are going to have corndogs for lunch and we is wearing his favorite outfit. Sweat pants and a Thomas shirt.
Today is all about Love.
I can remember being little and having the Valentine's Day party at school coming up. Mom and Dad said we should make our Valentines. And bear in mind... this was 20 years ago. WAY before homemade stuff was "cool." Dad made them in Word and we cut them out. Colored them. Glitter is coming to mind. And wrote PERSONAL messages to our classmates. Not just signed our names! We expressed ourselves! I can still remember one of the valentines had monkeys laughing in a barrel and it had typed something like "I Like Monkeying Around With You!" I didn't want to give that one out to anyone. But at the end of the night... it was the last one left and I had one more classmate to write one to. I gave it Michael Lakatos. Who I didn't want to give one to at all. Probably because I was in 3rd grade and liked him. And giving him a valentine would make my crush very obvious.
I don't remember what happened at the party. Did he notice? Did he cherish it? Did he embarrass me and I have blocked it out? Hmmm. Not sure. Not sure.
Doesn't matter. I've got my Valentiner- Kenner.
And two little wanna-be Kenners here that love me.
And it's totally mutual.