Monday, January 28, 2013

Five Great Things About My Husband

Mike is one of those guys who does it all. He is the kind of person that everybody likes, and he is the kind of husband that makes a person ask herself, "How did I get such a great man?" Today I was pondering Mike and the things that make him great and I decided to list a few. I can't list them all though, because, seriously, I don't have room. So I thought I would list five, in no particular order.

According to Red Green, (a Canadian television show chronicling men and duct tape, or something like that), if the women don't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy. Mike excels in both areas. Since our move, Mike has worked many hours to improve and finish our basement. He is not done yet, but he has accomplished a great deal. This is a huge relief to me, because I have no idea how to finish a basement.

Mike has spent the last couple of days insulating the basement. He has finished that and has now started putting the vapour barrier on. It's clear plastic, and is held together with horrible black glue and red tape. Apparently it's not a fun job by any stretch of the imagination. But it is so great to see progress!


The above picture shows some of the duct work that Mike has been installing. All of the supply vents are done. Once the vapour barrier is finished, I think he will be doing the return air supply.


Mike also does dishes. And laundry. As I have mentioned, I have been very sick these last couple of weeks. As such, the house has gotten very messy, with Mike busy working on the basement and taking care of the kids, for the most part. But yesterday, he took a break from the basement and let me sleep all day. Yes, all day. (I can't tell you how good that felt, by the way. I'm not sure whether it helped me in terms of getting better from this bug, but it certainly put me in a better frame of mind.) While I slept, he did loads of laundry and loads of dishes. I was, and still am, very thankful for that. The dishes are all caught up now, and the laundry is mostly caught up. Hopefully I will be back on track soon so I can do those basic things.

Mike baths the kids every night. Yes, every night, unless he is out somewhere, and even then he often baths them early before he goes so I don't have to. That tradition started when I was pregnant with...probably Jamie. (My second, for those who don't know.) I got to a point where I was simply too pregnant to lean over the bath tub, so Mike stepped in and took over that duty and it has stayed that way ever since. Right now, while he is on holidays, it doesn't necessarily need to be that way, though it still has been. But when I'm home alone with the kids all day every day, it really blesses me to have him spend that time with them and give me a break. I can often be found "hiding" in my room in the dark with a pair of headphones on, drowning out all kid sounds with soothing music.

Mike bakes pies. I'm not even kidding you. Tonight there is a fund raiser in town for the boys' hockey team and we were to donate pies to an auction. In most families, that would mean the wife would bake them, and if not, they would be purchased at a store. Not here. I would like to confess that I have never made pie. Oh, wait. There was that one time, but it was a disaster. (Long story.) Mike has made many pies. Here are the ones he made today while I was in bed, sick.

Cherry on the right and blueberry on the left. They are leaving the premises right now. 

And the last one I'm going to mention for tonight, Mike plays hockey with his boys almost every night after supper. They all head downstairs and there is shouting and laughing and very loud, descriptive play-by-plays. Micah does not usually participate, but often joins them anyway. Tonight he was riding a tricycle or something. I snuck down and took a picture. It's not the best shot, but here it is. 

The basement is not totally set up for this right now, but they don't let that stop them. 

I don't have to be a little boy to know what kind of special memories he is creating with them. I love that they do this, even though it is loud, and sometimes ends with Cody throwing a tantrum when he doesn't win. He's getting better about that though. So after supper, the boys get to spend time playing and laughing with their dad, and in such a physical way. What could be better? In the summer they sometimes went outside and he pushed them on the swings, or played soccer with them. 

Anyway, in light of my last couple of posts, which were a bit on the negative side, I just really wanted to do a bit of a brag about my husband. He is the best, and I love him. I am blessed indeed, but even better, so are my children. It doesn't get better than that!




4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ok. Seriously! I'm crying! And I wasn't even having an emotional day! You truly are blessed! But then, so is Mike! You two are perfect for each other and I adore you both!
~Bon

Lindsay Chase said...

Sniffle. This is so sweet Cheryl. You are both an inspiration!

Oh, and does he have any single cousins out west?

CAT said...

Lol, Lindsay. No, I think all the cousins are taken now.

Heidi said...

awwwww I love love love this post! I got tears in my eyes! Mike really is amazing - and he's extra smart - he married you! I'm so glad God brought you two together! You are an amazing sister and friend!