Clearly there’s the main actor in this blog, HJ, and then the supporting cast, Papa. The thing about supporting cast is that they play such an important role. For anyone new or happening upon this blog, Papa is my husband, his blog pen name of anonymity. Papa has always been so supportive of this blogging venture, even if it meant sharing funny stories at his expense or having his private life plastered on the internet. He’s bought a BlogHer’12 ticket for my birthday, and doesn’t cringe when I go on about Twitter… or Instagram, or my frustrations around moving from wordpress.com to .org. 
I read a lot of blogs, but one of the newer ones resonates with me. At the weirdest times I find myself thinking about things that Mara at A Blog About Love posts about. The love between Danny and Mara is infectious and at times, completely storybook in ways that I’ve never seen before in a relationship. The lining is gold, but that doesn’t mean that the life they live is perfect. It’s the imperfections that Mara and Danny embrace and share with the world. Mara recently posted about small acts of kindness that spouses do for one another that contribute to happiness in the marriage, and I thought of my own supporting actor.
Papa wakes me up every morning before he leaves for work… gently shaking my leg and saying “Hey, it’s 8 o’clock,” until I can rouse myself out of the warmth of our bed.
In honor of the birth of our son, he selected and planted a tree in our backyard to remind us of how HJ would grow.
When he comes home he has 30 minutes with HJ before our bedtime routine starts (which he completes most of). He makes every minute count.
His patience with HJ makes him closer to saintliness.
He keeps a locked post in his iPhone of the things I say I want so he’ll remember what to buy me for any holiday. He doesn’t judge me when I buy a pair of Longchamp sandals on a whim. Because they’re on sale.
He walks home from work every night and in a pinch I text him things like, “Can you please buy an enema at the pharmacy? I was too embarrassed to.” And he does. He drinks less because I’m not drinking anymore. He supports every decision I make… as long as it’s a rational one.
There are important people in our lives, and often it’s too easy to forget what makes them important. I urge you to think about your significant other, whoever they might be, or that important person in your life that you are thankful for. What do they do that you’re thankful for?
And special thanks to Mara. If you can, keep her in your thoughts and prayers as she and Danny try to have a baby. Positive thoughts for positive people.
aww, what a wonderful happy post ! thanks for sharing
lovely…and now I have another blog to read…er thanks..:)
my hubby makes the bed every morning…..and cleans the bathroom…he’s a keeper
bon weekend.
you’re such a good writer. that put a smile on my face
so lovely to hear about how lovely your man is!
Jack and I often discuss what special people you and Papa are. You bring out the best in each other. That’s a great thing for HJ to see. Through our ups and downs, Jack and I are working on the little things. We often talk about the little things that seem effortless yet mean so much. Much happiness to you and yours while you navigate all the little journeys you are seeking!
My sister and mom both speak very kindly and politely and patiently with their husbands which is something I wished I remembered to try to do more often. It’s a good reminder to look for things to be grateful for. I’m making a list
I am not good at confrontation, nor am I good at dealing with customer service people (god help me if I ever move to Paris!). The Hubs tries to handle these things for me when he can since he knows it will send me into a tailspin, plus everyone loves him.