The Never Ending Reading List and The Remarkable Husband

It has been awhile since I posted a blog. I can enlighten you on why that is by simply telling you every spare moment of my life lately has been spent reading. Apparently I love to read. I also apparently love to write. These are things I told myself when I decided to become an English major. Over the last couple of weeks, however, I have been starting to wonder if I deceived myself into believing these are things I can even tolerate. Actually, that's not true- I still love to read and write, I just don't like to be told what I have to read and write, and how much I have to read and write every single day. Even now I am procrastinating reading Richard II while I write this blog.

Chad has been the best husband ever lately. Not to suggest he hasn't been the best husband ever since the moment we were married, because he definitely has been, but since school started I have been even more in awe of how wonderful he is to me. I hope this doesn't embarrass him if he reads this or someone else reads this and tells him about it, but he is wonderful!

One night I was incredibly stressed and had hundreds of pages of George Eliot to read (I like the lady, but sometimes her stuff just DRAGS). Anyway, as I was reading I was suddenly struck with a horrific thought: I had no clean underwear for the next day... We had put off doing laundry because life has been so busy lately. Anyway, I let out a groan and informed Chadwick of this dilemma. If we were in reverse roles at this moment I don't think I would have been as sweet as he was. It was LATE by this point, and he still went and did ALL of our laundry by himself so I could get everything done AND have clean underwear. This may not seem like a big deal to you, but when you live in an apartment with no washer and dryer like we do this is a REALLY big deal. Doing laundry takes hours when you can't do it in your own apartment (I hate it, it is pretty much the worst thing ever). So that act of kindness pretty much saved me...

THEN a few days later we had no food in the house, it was way past dinner time, I was reading (shocking I know) for a bizillion classes, and Chad offered to make dinner. Again, if we were to trade shoes at that moment I would probably cook, but I would fix something quick because it was late and I was tired. What did Chad fix? Mac and cheese? nope. Ramen? nope, not that either. TRY homemade red sauce with chicken over penne pasta...he didn't even use Ragu- I find this to be the sweetest thing in the world, and completely astonishing.

How did I ever trick this man into marrying me? I have not a clue, but I know I am incredibly lucky. I love him so much, and I love knowing that he loves me too. When we are both finally home at the end of the day, he makes up for all the stress that came before that. Despite George Eliot, Shakespeare, Hemingway, O'Connor, and every English poet imaginable life is good. And that's all I have to say...