Ultimate Sweetness

Note: Just another journal entry. Read according to your own boredom. P.S. I am not publishing on facebook, so only those of you who are subscribed will have the luxury  to read this (hopefully it doesn't scar you). If you are concerned just don't read the really small font. :D

Everybody says their husband is the best. This always kinda bugs me because.... well, a lot of people think that. So, it's inaccurate. Not everybody can be right. =P Maybe (as in probably, most likely, definitely) is a little too logical

But, today I will say it.... and be a hypocrite. :)

Steven has been amazing during this pregnancy. I haven't had complications or anything (just swollen feet once in a while). I have been tired. Yes. I have been experiencing food aversions. Sure. I have had some other minor pains. Fact. But nothing to really stop from doing what I need to. Or at least that's what my high expectations say. 

Steven has cooked a ton of dinners. He has done tons of dishes. He hops up from naps (even if he has had less sleep than me due to his shifts) to answer the door. He has rubbed my feet and legs loads. This may be weird, but I don't care. My journal :). When our swamp cooler went out (and it was like a bijilion degrees outside (ok more like 100)), he got a sponge and would wet my belly and fan it. Weird? Probably. But sweet. And just the other day, he painted my toenails. I think I may have mentioned this in another post, but it seriously means that much to me. Bending over has become a not-so-pleasant experience recently. And to do it long enough to paint my toes? Not going to happen. My old toenail polish was decreasingly pretty to look at. One toe even had all of it chipped off. It was hideous. So, we watched a movie one night and he painted them. 

When I told my sisters-in-law (16 and 12) yesterday (we were at the cabin for a surprise bday party for the mil) that Steven painted my toes, they kind of chuckled and made fun of him saying that it was really girly that he did it and did it so well! .... until I mentioned it was because it was very comfortable for me. Then there were some long, girly "awwww"s. haha I love them. 

My mom and I had a long conversation the other day about marriage and introducing kids and responsibilities of both spouses. I will try to never expect Steven to take care of the kids when he gets home from work, but according to his record. I think he will once in a while. And how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband who isn't afraid of relieving me of my duties frequently enough that I'm not surprised. Just grateful. And happy. 

We gave talks last week on fathers. And before I forget, I want to write down that a lady in our ward (still don't remember names... darn it) came up and told me that Steven's talk was wonderful. "You can tell he is a good man," is what she told me. 

What did I do to deserve somebody like him?

Well, I don't know but if I find out I'll do it over and over again.