1. He’s like Paul Newman.
As many of you know, my husband Jim is extremely hot—so hot, in fact, that I refer to him simply as Hot Husband. He’s a lot of hot men rolled into one, with an extra helping of Paul Newman.
Remember the movie “Ray” where Jamie Foxx plays the role of Ray Charles? There’s a scene where the audience is starting to turn mob-like while Ray is trying to perform. Then you see his friend, standing in the wings, gently turn down the stage lights. The crowd mellows, and Ray goes on to have a fantastic show. Afterward, Ray talks to his friend about what happened. I’ll paraphrase:
Ray: “Who told you to do that?
His friend: “Nobody told me to do it. I just saw that it needed to be done.”
Ray, quite pleased: “Huh, you just saw that it needed to be done. All right.”
That’s what marriage is: doing what needs to be done.
Before I met my husband, I knew that if I tossed my brown dress into the hamper at the end of the work day, it would still be sitting there until I washed it. It never ceases to amaze me now when I look in my closet and my brown dress is sitting there all tidy on the hanger. What on earth? is usually my first thought. My second thought is I keep forgetting I have a husband who takes care of stuff! This is awesome. Every time for eight years now, I think that. I didn’t ask my husband to wash it. He washed it because it needed to be done.
3. He’s like the Count.
When people ask him how many kids he has, he always says two.
He could say, “Well, I have one daughter and one stepson." No, he just says two—two children.
He could say, “Well, I have one daughter and one stepson." No, he just says two—two children.
4. He’s like Lou Gehrig.
"I would not have traded two minutes of joy and the grief with that man for two decades of anything with another." - Eleanor Gehrig
Except for a 30-minute window (5:15 to 5:45 p.m.) after I get home from work and before he leaves for work during the week, we see each other only on the weekends. When we do actually see each other, we protect that time and shut out the world. We’ve skipped a lot of family gatherings and dinners with friends, because we just simply want to see each other. And who knows how much time we’ll have? Only God knows.
Jim has guy friends who meet up for camping weekends and annual road trips across the country. He never goes. “I don’t get the point in guys vacationing together,” he has said to me. “Go on vacation with your wife.” Lou Gehrig couldn’t have said it more eloquently.
5. He’s like Mel Brooks.
“He makes me laugh a lot. I get excited when I hear his key in the door. It's like, 'Ooh! The party's going to start.' "
--Anne Bancroft
Jim makes me laugh like a loon. About everything. When I’m mad at him, he says, “You love me. You get excited when you hear my key in the door. Admit it.” And that makes me laugh. And I toss my hair over my shoulder like Mrs. Robinson, and all is right with the world.
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