Bragging on him this week is our brilliant Food Editor, Rachel.

Back in the days before we were married, I remember sitting with our Pastor and discussing the things that caused us to fall in love with each other.  One of the things that Nathan said, was that he loved that I wrote him notes for no reason at all and left them in little places for him to find, his truck, a magazine, his pants pocket.. you get the idea.

11 years (and some change later) I’d like to still be writing those notes but unfortunately, they’re few and far between.

Why?

Because life keeps coming along and sweeping me away in it’s tidal wave of dirty diapers, ant bites, growing pains, laundry, bathrooms and housework.

The power of the written word, just a small heartfelt note jotted on a napkin, is unbelievable. It can be a balm to the soul, a boost to someone a bit down on themselves, or a reminder that you are a gift, a blessing, a joy and treasure to someone special.

My husband turned what he loved about me 11 years ago, around on me.

The other morning I woke up and checked my e-mails, there was an e-mail that brought tears to my eyes, and e-mail that I never expected to see, ever.

You have to understand, my husband is about actions, not words. He picks out cards by Hallmark that say it for him and then writes a brief note to me. He tells me daily that he loves me with his actions, his words and his kisses.  I know his love language and his actions are more priceless than a notebook full of sonnets…

But then, I got this… for no reason at all, and I reverted back to being 20 and in awe, giggly, butterfly fluttery, twitterpated kind of ooey gooey, chocolate hearts and fizzy feelings.

My wife is beautiful, courageous and smart,

She is selfless and caring and has a big heart.

My wife is outgoing, and so loves to cook,

And after a long day, enjoys relaxing with a good book.

I have been blessed now for the past 11 years,

You have enriched my life and settled my fears.

You are a wonderful mother and our children are blessed,

You are molding their lives to endure many tests.

So know that I love you, more than my words could convey,

I am privileged to be able to come home to you each day.

I love you,

Nathan

This poem from my non-writing husband is enough for every birthday, mother’s day and anniversary to come.

Nathan,

I love you more than words and I promise to try to be a bit more like that 19 year old girl that you fell in love with and asked to marry you.

You make me happier than I ever imagined.  I am more proud of you than you may realize.

Every cliche’d love song, every sappy card, every I love you.. then now and always.

If your husband has left you note, sent you an e-mail, queued a love song on a CD for you, sent you an unexpected text message proclaiming his love or any other random act of kindness, won’t you brag on him for us? Tell about it in the comments are submit as post to malia@blissfullydometic.com

Originally posted in May, 2009 on A Southern Fairytale
Image Credit: Rachel, A Southern Fairytale