Thirteen Things I Love About My Husband, Jorge
1. He lets me put my cold feet on him. He is a furnace, or as Margaret Thatcher has reportedly called him, a "hunka-hunka burnin' love."
2. Every night, to help me get to sleep, he puts up with the noise of an air purifier, a space heater and a TV which is set to automatically shut off in one hour. It's actually penance for when he broke up with me in college, but he doesn't know it.
3. He eats anything I cook. In 23 years, he has never once said, "No thanks" because something turned out badly, which happens at least weekly. However, I will probably pay for his kindness when his stomach gives up someday because I'll have to take care of him 24/7 and have no one to blame but myself for cooking for him.
4. He has his own "library" in the corner of our family room. He has an old La-Z-Boy recliner with two end tables at each side stacked with books and a small wicker wastebasket under one table. ? (Doesn't every library have to have books AND a wastebasket?) He reads or works on his laptop in the library, and sometimes he wears great big spongy headphones to block out the noise in the family room. Sometimes, for no reason and when it's already really quiet, he just randomly pipes up with, "SHHHHH. I'M IN THE LIBRARY." It cracks me up because it's kind of like a kid who jumps off the sofa and claims he's flying.
5. He watches LOST. I'd hate to have to divorce after 23 years if this were not so, but I think it's a "deal-breaker" for both of us if one quits watching at this point. He won't tell me who he thinks the prettiest girl on the show is because he's afraid of me. He's like, "There are girls on the show?"
6. He is good to and loves my parents. He gets a bazillion points for this. He even put up with it good naturedly when for years my mom claimed, "I can't get used to his name. He looks like a 'David.'" And very often she called him "David." It's kind of like when Endora called Darrin "Darwood" and "Derwin," etc., all the time. Uh, that would make him married to a witch. Hmmm. BTW, my calling him "Jorge" is not anything like what my mom did. Not at all.
7. He helps me with computer stuff. I think God made me computer-dumb just to provide Jorge with many trials by fire. You know; God wants to see how he'll handle the next "computer situation with Lidna."
8. He kind of has the Absent-Minded Professor syndrome. He's a little scattered in some areas, but he makes up for it in smartness. He is the smartest person I've ever met. People think he's smart, but they don't really know how smart he is. Only I know that, and so I blackmail him by withholding that info, or people would constantly be recruiting him to be Al Gore's assistant. Because God created Jorge just a little lower than
9. He spoils me with little acts of kindness, like putting gas in my car and putting it in the garage, or dusting because of my allergies, or scrubbing tubs because of my skin issues, or dropping me off at doors in bad weather, or putting a blanket over me when I nap. As Tavares so eloquently sang in the 1976: "Heaven Must Be Missin' An Angel."
10. He's planning something for Valentine's Day that I do not know about yet. Here's hoping it's 3 or 4 Vermont Teddy Bears.
11. He is 46 but his body looks like he's 36 or 26. Seriously. When he plays football in the yard with a baseball cap turned around, my heart flutters.
12. He has compassion for the marginalized and poverty-stricken.
13. He reads this blog every day and often tells me how great/funny my writing is. Or we'll just be out to dinner or riding in the car and he'll insert something I've written from a post into conversation. I think he's totally buttering me up, but it works.
*Bonus* Last but not least: He sees something in me that makes him love me, and I don't know what it is, but I'm ever-so-glad.
Love you, Honey!
And now, here is my Valentine's Day card to Jorge. You make me feel like dancing. In a red jumpsuit, like this: