Today is Father’s Day, and that means that at least for today, Dad should be king.
Too often in a marriage, we are all about pointing out our spouse’s shortcomings. And let’s face it, we all fall short in lots of areas.
I know so many moms who give tirelessly to their families — so much so they don’t take care of themselves at all.
On the flip side, I know some moms that make me wonder why they had children since they almost never see them due to their crazy schedules.
I also know workaholic dads who travel all week and then play golf all weekend, leaving a lonely spouse and kids at home.
Sometimes I think we should all make a list (here I go again with my lists) of all of the things we love/like about our spouse, instead of making mental lists of the things we don’t.
I will go first.
I love that I have never, in 23 plus years, gotten tags for my car. I don’t even know how to do it. I don’t actually know if getting tags is a hassle or not, but it sounds like it might be and I’m thankful I have never had to think about it.
I love, similar to the above thought, that I have also never bought tires for my car, or even put air in them. I did learn how to do that when I was a teenager, but once I met Paul, he took over the chore.
I love that he thinks he can fix anything, and he really almost can. I love seeing him tinkering with something he has absolutely no idea how to repair, and after attempts, tutorials online and sometimes colorful language, he comes to me with a big smile on his face to report his success.
I love that he can laugh at himself. Like when he takes the kids camping without me and tells me he will do everything, and then he forgets some major component. Once, they took steaks and forgot steak knives.
Another time there was no can opener or pot to cook the potatoes in. All of these have become funny stories we all tell and re-tell when we talk about camping calamities.
I love that he never says I look anything but beautiful, even when I gained 40 pounds during my first pregnancy and threw up throughout my second one.
I had migraines during all four pregnancies, and am sure I must have complained incessantly. He always had (and still has) the right answer when I ask him,
“Do these pants make me look fat?”
I love that no matter what I cook, he eats it and says it’s delicious. Even when I cook Asian 10 nights in a row, or we have lasagna every week while I am perfecting a recipe. Or when I cook winter foods in the middle of July and the kitchen is 20 degrees hotter than the rest of the house because I am on a comfort food recipe kick. He doesn’t complain.
I love that he was, and is, a good father. Is there anything more appealing in a man than one who is good to his children? Combine that with a man who is good to his wife, and that is a definite keeper.
I love that he overcame so many obstacles in his life and became such a blessing to so many — especially to me, his No. 1 fan.
I love that he says he always wants to come home and there is no place he would rather be than with me. No amount of diamonds or roses sound as sweet as that does. Well, to be clear, I am not saying no to diamonds and roses.
When is the last time you told your spouse all of the things you are grateful for about him? Take a minute now to jot him a note about things you love about him. Trust me, your words will be his favorite gift, although I know Paul is really going to love his new chainsaw.
Happy Father’s Day!
Adlen Robinson is author of “Home Matters: The Guide to Organizing Your Life and Home.” E-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org.