Today I’m going to talk about my husband. It’s not father’s day or our anniversary but any day is a good day to talk about the things you love1. This is at least ten things but I couldn’t bring myself to put it in a numbered list, because, well, he’s my person. Here we go.
Edward keeps us afloat. He starts fresh every morning: he cooks breakfast, preps Charlie’s bottles for daycare, entertains the baby if he’s fussy while I get a shower and pack my lunch. Then he goes to school or work. You cannot keep this man still. He’s graduating in May with a degree in physics, so he’s also job hunting while finishing school and working part time on his family’s hay & grain farm. He cooks dinner. He changes midnight diapers and stays up with the crying baby when I’m on my last straw.
He’s an expert Google’r. If you think you know someone who is good at finding obscure facts on the Internet, my Edward is better. He is always (always) learning something new about science, or geopolitics, or economics, or farm equipment. He can turn basically anything in our cupboard into a meal. He built us a bed frame2 last summer. He taught himself how to brew beer (from actual wheat, not a kit) and bake sourdough. He encourages me when I tell him through tired eyes that the world is burning. He keeps my houseplants alive. He loves our Charlie and lets him grab onto his long hair for the hundredth time that day just because it makes Charlie giggle.
I don’t think he minds that you know he’s the sweetest - but you should also know you ought not to get between him and what’s his. Every day I’m grateful that it’s him.
I’ll see you next week.
Love,
Amy
Plus, Julie asked. Hi Julie!