Have a Best Friend?

This may be totally gratuitous, but I feel something needs to be said.
I have great examples of women who love their husbands, however I’ve overheard others say they may not quite be “in love” anymore. I don’t know what’s going on there, but I am choosing to stay in love. Till death do us part.
I’ve learned that you can either praise or raze your husband-it’s up to you. And I’m not perfect-trust me-oh baby, trust me. But I try.

So, I think it’s time to praise our husbands.
They have an enormous amount of pressure to provide for their families (I know some of us women work, too). They may feel tempted to keep up with the Jones’, they may at times worry if they can be both masculine and sensitive, and they wonder if they’ll ever be able to understand our every need and be able to aptly read our minds.
And they try to always listen to us the moment we want to be listened to, even if OU is playing OSU.

 
So, let’s hear it for the husbands that understand our “crazies”, our cravings and our cats.

Take this guy for example. He’s really cute, right? (Well, you don’t have to agree with me, that’s ok.) But what I love about him is that he can be so good looking and then not be afraid to do something like this…

 

…which makes him look completely ridiculous. And he does it just to make me laugh.
I bet you have some examples of things your hubby does just to make you laugh.

 

So, sing for joy when they are willing to dress up and embarrass themselves with a ridiculous costume year after year for your Christmas cards. (Even though deep down you know they truly enjoy it.)

 

Let’s cheer on our men when they do listen to us and react in such a way that you know they thought what “she said to you was just ridiculous and can you believe that of all people, she wore that to the function…I mean really, pink and red together with her skin combination?! Can you believe it?”

 

And they hold our coffees and our purses why we find a hair tie to tame the wild mane so that we can shoot another picture of the ocean.

 

And if they allow your weird decorations to ride around on their dash or take over the dining room table in their house, then you know you’ve got a good one.
Don’t ever let go. That is your best friend.

Biceps, Football and Family

I handed Biceps the camera during our nephew’s football game. That evening, as I downloaded the one hundred and thirty eight shots that Biceps took, I realized what a mistake I had made.
Never hand a camera to a man that not only loves his nephews, but also loves football.

Biceps documented everything that our nephews did on the field; from their cute little stances to their runs down the field. Biceps shot everything. Everything.
Let me reiterate: one hundred and thirty eight pictures taken during a one hour game.

Nephew #1 makes a quick move to the left, confusing the opponent and the opponent’s buddy.

Uncle and Auntie admire their nephew’s aptitude and dexterity.
The Father, via silent internal monologue that only someone related to him could understand, remarks, “That’s my boy”.

Nephew #4 supports his brothers with a rock and roll sign, economically doubling as a ‘pacy’.

Nephew #2 is encouraged by his mother to play nice and give the other players ‘high fives’. I tell him to go and kick some major butt.
He did and their team ‘won’. Although, we weren’t supposed to be keeping score. Hypothetically, if one was keeping score, they would know that his team won by a lot.
But, I wasn’t keeping score…so who knows.

Trust me, these two knew.
And Biceps knew.
You don’t just run around flashing victory signs to the camera for nothing.