Frequently I’m taken by the remarkable nature of this man of mine.
This morning I was under strict instructions to make a shower my number one priority. Jordan doesn’t ask much of me – which I sometimes forget and doing the dishes sends me into a toddler-style temper-tantrum and then I have to approach this bearded hunk with my apologetic-furrowed-brow and get my big-girl pants zipped up in the right direction. Dirty dishes are not that big of a chore.
Back to the shower… Some days I forget to do it. “Forget.” So, I considered his strict orders and after I caught up on my favorite blogs, I took a shower. It was my number one-ish priority.
When I got in the shower, the one he uses (sometimes twice) daily, I noticed the long clumps of red hair still stuck to the shower wall – my hair comes out in huge clumps. Normal, right?
At any rate, I had a blessed moment for the man who doesn’t get mad when I leave my hair clumps in the shower for days (and days and days – because it really had been that long since my last venture in the room).
For the man who parks on the street when he gets home from work, tells me where he parked and then moves his car into the garage when I get home late so that I don’t have to park eighteen blocks from our apartment.
For the man who wakes up at 4:50am to hit the gym but still has time to give me an extra snuggle and kiss before he leaves.
For the man who appreciates and loves the curves in my hips.
For the man who waits to watch episodes of Homeland with me even though I haven’t always returned the favor.
For the man who winks at me through that gorgeous smile in crowds. (it is to die for)
For the man who’s taking me to Mexico for a week tomorrow! (!!!!)
For the man who’s got my back (and an ever-present sense of reason) in the most emotional, sticky or stressful situations.
For the man who gives me gentle reminders that showers are a great way to start EVERY day (apparently not just days that start with T). Whatever.
**Since Jordan doesn’t actually read this blog, I considered posting one of my favorite photos of him, sans pants, but then I thought better of it. I’ll leave you with this one instead – from the days of a trimmed beard – two August’s ago. Add another inch and a half of growth to that bad boy and you’ll get a clearer indication of what the man’s rockin’ these days.