So much for the "17 Years of El Jefe" I posted three years ago. We're now at the 20-year mark. And I feel I need to revamp my list, capping it off at a solid, even number.
Here goes! In no special order, 20 reasons why I'm glad I married Mr. Jeffrey Eugene:
Reason #1: Insanely talented. I get such a kick out of telling people what he does. You guys, he's a toy designer. Who does that? My husband.
Reason #2: Knows how to rescue me from poisonous snakes, runaway trains, and G.I. Joe fantasies, for he's had plenty of practice while sleepwalking.
Reason #3: Way cute. In fact, I've been told he's crazy cute. Ever hear of Joe Manganiello? I got me one. See?
Reason #4: Funny, witty, clever, quick, slightly irreverent, and wry.
Reason #5: From-here-to-Alabama-and-backingly adventurous. Dude's got it in him to take on some pretty big moves and changes. What's next, big guy?
Reason #6: Boy, WHAT a dad. I mean, someone's gotta head-up the science projects around here - or anything requiring a tri-fold poster board - because it ain't gonna be me. No sir. You can find me baking cakes and french braiding hair.
Reason #7: Loves Mount Hermon near Santa Cruz as much as I do. He even proposed right there in the redwoods 22 years ago. It's our forever vacation home.
Reason #8: A God thing. If Jeff and I weren't on the same faith page, our heads would probably fall off. God is the whole reason we exist, the whole reason we're even doing all of this. "For in Him we live and move and have our being." (Acts 12:28)
Reason #9: Brought out the closet rocker in me. It began with huge, floor-standing speakers back in 1995. Throw in 20 years of advancing technology and a few Stryper concerts, and boom! I now like electric guitar solos and the cowbell.
Reason #10: A Do-It-Yourself-er. Dry wall, tile, and cabinet installer. Furniture, bike, and toy put-together-er. Why, you just watch - he's going to build me a log cabin one day.
Reason #11: A man's man. He just knows things. Scruffy. Rough around the edges, yet enjoys a good Little House on the Prairie episode. Hairy and strong, yet snuggles with kittens. Likes to hike and likes to eat.
Reason #12: Likes to eat.
Reason #13: Dependable. On-time and efficient. When he says 2.3 minutes, he really means 1.8 minutes.
Reason #14: Jumbo-size, post-labor, feminine protection pads have never scared or embarrassed him. And he holds barf bowls. He takes care of me in every circumstance.
Reason #15: Gives me wings so I can soar to tops of mountains with the mighty and valiant eagle... or something like that. In other words, he doesn't squash (or is it squelch? squish? scrunch?) my dreams.
Reason #16: A great companion. Perhaps my favorite part of being married. What would Masterpiece Theater, blue cheese salad wedges, and waiting (wishing, praying, pleading "please God, do something exciting with our weather!") for a good thunderstorm be like without him?
Reason #17: Doesn't snore. Or nothing that a good shove won't stop.
Reason #18: He once told me that I wasn't lazy. And ever since, I hold my head higher. Like I'm in on a neat little secret about myself - "If I'm anything, it's NOT lazy, people!" (Some compliments just stick!)
Reason #19: We have 20 YEARS of the same memories. Memories I have with no one else. "Hey, babe, remember our screenprinting business and delivering t-shirts to the softball moms (who were hot for you) in that old beat-up Ranchero we bought for $500 from that girl who worked at Albertsons?" Yep!
AND as always, the last reason... Reason #20: His thighs are bigger than mine.
Now everybody knows that for every 20 positive things, there's an equal amount of why-God-whys and please-make-it-stops. But still, I like being married. So thankful God thought me a good candidate for it. My life - the good and the bad - will not go unnoticed because Jeff is there to notice it, and vice versa.