Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts

4.28.2011

chops

last november B told me he was going to grow a mustache/beard for no shave november
"cool" i said. cause i'm a supportive wife and all.

when december rolled around he dropped the beard but kept the stache.
"cool" i said. cause remember, i'm supportive.

he said he just needed to keep it until christmas, get a good pic to send his brother, and then he'd bid it adieu. but by the time christmas rolled around i was hooked. i love his stache. he looks so distinguished, like Clark Gable. so i said yay to facial hair. in fact, if his facial hair growing skills were up to me i'd opt for the full lumberjack look: a manly luscious thick beard. {but i hear those who can grow such beards usually have loads of hair elsewhere. so i suppose i am grateful.}

being the supportive wife i am, i got him this book:



and i think it gave him some bad ideas....
for example, last week, after a few days of growth he did this:

not. cool.
i know it sounds dramatic but it was hard to look at him. chops? i kept thinking of ken from Freaks and Geeks. yuck.

after a night of hesitant kisses from me
he shaved the chops, kept the stache
but only after he got a decent pic.

to which i said i'd post, print ONE and delete forever from my computer.

i accept hearty mustaches and lumberjack beards
i say no to just about everything else.

facial hair.
what are your feelings?

11.10.2010

guess what?

I am happy.
We are happy.

I wake up to my husband pushing the snooze button.
I wake up happy.

I get a ride to school from my husband.
I go to school happy.

I get texts throughout the day from husband.
{the silliest and sweetest of texts mind you}
I walk all over campus just beaming {happy}

I come home to my happy husband who literally sweeps me off my feet when I walk through the door. Sometimes he hears my car pull up and runs to the window to welcome me. Then he kisses me all over my face and tells me how much he missed me and I drop everything and we go and snuggle for at least a 5 minutes before we get started on whatever the next thing on the "to do list" is.
And I happily do that thing.


often, happiness is an impulse.
but other times it's a decision.

I suppose there are a lot of reasons I could be unhappy.
But I choose to be happy.

and the husband helps a lot a lot.



wishing you the happiest of days,
xoxo Kitty

10.25.2010

4 months and still twitter-pated

4 months married today!!

we celebrated by giving each other foot-rubs and eating nutella from the jar.

(okay lies. He gave me a footrub whilst I ate nutella from the jar. and now he's doin the dishes! yup, I've got myself a rockstar husband)



we kinda love each other, in case you didn't notice

9.15.2010

Dearest Husband,

Dear Mr. Hubs,

you are fast asleep right next to me and it's only 6:22 pm. I can't imagine how exhausted you are after taking care of me last night. I'm pretty sure i woke you up on 3 separate occasions. selfishly woke you up, just so that you'd know I was throwing up. you'd come with me to the bathroom and pat my back and hold my hair back and grab more meds for me. Then, after 5 or so hours of broken sleep you got up at 6 to make it to your 7 am class. And of course you didn't leave until pampering the guts out of me and kissing my tummy where it hurts the most and making sure that I'd be okay while you were gone. There was no way I could have made it to my morning classes but I insisted on going to one. You came with me cause you thought it was a bad idea. You were right, I should have stayed home; throwing up in public bathrooms is a whole lot worse than in your own home. bleh. Maybe this doesn't sound like a love letter, none of the things mentioned above are mushy/gushy romantic. But I just wanted to let you know that i know you love me. sounds backwards. I guess that's just how i feel right now. Me being sick doesn't make it easy to express my love. In fact, it kinda puts me in a grumpy mood and brings out the worst in me. But me being sick brings out the best in you. The protective, caring, gentle man that you are. At the end of the day, your magic kisses, loving looks, and unwavering patience are all the romance I could ask for.

I sure love you mr.

xoxo
your wife

P.S. mom named the stone this time. His name is gwedo. only it's not spelt like that. i can't spell worth a dime, let alone while drugged up...

9.05.2010

Husband





wears a bolo tie.


i think it's sexy.

7.30.2010

This Handsome Devil


is my husband.


I maybe just mighta sorta stalked his music here for um....about 4 months before he asked me out. On our first date his parents talked him into playing a few of his songs for me. I pretended I had no idea he did that sort of stuff (yeah, i'm a liar...but i had to protect my pride right?!) I had to clench my teeth so I wouldn't give myself away by singing along! He's so talented. I can't hum a tune. And he WRITES them. He amazes me. Yesterday I came home from work to here his lovely voice as he sang a brand new song. It's not recorded yet (like so many of them). But maybe someday eh? He'd probably hate me for bragging about him like this so I better stop. But check out his stuff here and you'll see {hear} what i mean :)

The favorites of the day are

Road Sweet Home with Katie Brandeburg

&

Sailboat to the Moon