A woman can only stay away from blogging for so long, and I suppose it’s time that I come out of blog-hiding and fulfill my cyber duty.  Let me tell you what has finally induced me to turn the tide and give in to the trend I’ve been diligently avoiding:  My love for Jon! Allow me to explain. Tonight was book club, which is right up there on my list of favorites with a long, hot bubble bath.  Tonight’s book club was extra special for two reasons: 1. I was in charge of the book. & 2. The book I chose was one of the most inspiring, sweetest novels I’ve ever read.  I first read it about three years ago when my dear mother-in-law got me reading Nicholas Sparks novels.  He is a wonderful author, I highly recommend many of his books.  The name of this book is The Wedding.  When book club first got started in our ward – the very first time I attended I knew that I wanted to do The Wedding.  I didn’t speak up about this treasure until February when I couldn’t hold it in any longer and it just blurted out of me, I surprised everyone because it wasn’t even time to give book suggestions for upcoming months yet.  But they put me down for the next available slot – which happened to be for tonight.  This past couple of days I’ve had the pleasure of re-reading this special find, and loving it all over again.  I will not go into further details about the book – because I want you to get the whole story when you read it.

 

When I got home from Book Club tonight I saw my sweet Jonna sitting there on the rocking chair in our living room comforting a sad Ethan, and I had this great desire to do something special and out of the ordinary for him.  I went through some ideas in my head of things I could do.  There are many actually because Jon is the quiet accepting type of person who never asks anything of me even when he has some obvious needs.  – So I quietly thought of these things: sew up the holes in some the old, worn out jeans he likes to keep wearing, iron some shirts, sew up the ripped pillow case on our bed, rub his feet, and then it hit me that there is something he actually has asked me to do.  Of all the things Jon could ask me to do, he wants me to add to our family blog!  He has even asked me to do this more than ten times since he first made our blog – which is a LOT for Jon. 

 

So here I sit, with overflowing emotion for this good man I’m married to, with my heart pounding and this simple thing to say: I love you Jon!  Thank you for loving me so completely just the way I am, for accepting my silliness, my deep well of emotions, my cooking & non-cooking, my inability to make decisions, my air-headed moments, and most of all, my love.  You’re a wonderful, super fun & funny, sweet, gentle & loving Daddy, and a remarkable, sincere, hardworking husband.  You vacuum the house more than I do, and it’s one of my favorite things to do!  (And with a pink dyson no less.) You cook almost as much as I do, you always take the garbage out without me having to ask, you never miss a day of work, are always home for dinner, never leave a mess for me to clean up, always help get the kids to bed, never complain about the holes in your worn out running shoes or the ache in your knee after jogging, always eat my burned dinner without even one word of complaint, and always compliment me when the dinner is actually goodJ, and you always patiently walk me through the process of making a decision I can’t seem to make on my own – like which outfit to wear to church, or which earings look the best.  These things may seem to you to be insignificant because they come so natural to you, but I assure you, they are significant to me.  Thank you.  I love you.

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