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Wherever, Together.

I am always dazzled by the writings of Stephanie Nielsen, better known as Nie Nie of “NieNie Dialogues”. If you don’t currently read her blog, you should, if you’re into being moved and inspired. Not only is her personal story as a whole (plane crash survival: and currently thriving) very, very inspiring, but her posts–which usually say so much in very few words–are gorgeous. Some of my favorite posts are the ones that ooze her love for her husband, Mr. Nielsen.

Anyhoo, I liked and related to a recent post so much that I shared it in my reader*, and have thought about it often. It started out with a picture of Mr. Nielsen shoveling snow. (Check it out here if you want!)

Yesterday, the sight of my own fabulous husband shoveling out front made me smile from the inside out.

After all these years, I still look at him and seriously think to myself, “He is SO cute!” (Ask my friend Dawn: she’ll vouch.) I am so lucky to be married to this wonderful guy, and while you might think that we have been fighting or that some other circumstance is making me want to write a post of this nature, you can rest assured that I am merely counting my blessings for no other reason than just being thankful, and all is just wonderful on the homefront**.

One of the best things about being with someone for so long (more than half my life at this point!) is that there is comfort in certain little moments because they are so predictable. One of those moments for me involves winter.

The mass quantities of snow which just dumped itself all over the Midwest might have made thousands of children completely giddy, but Jim is not a fan. In fact, once we hit Daylight Savings Time and the sun started setting by 4:30 in the afternoon, he had already expressed his displeasure with the weather here countless times, to anyone who happened to be within earshot. Don’t get me wrong; it’s not like he turns into Dana Carvey’s “Grumpy Old Man” from Saturday Night Live. Rather, he just makes comments like “I hate winter”, “This snow sucks”, or, my favorite, “You know I ONLY live here because of you, right?”

Yes, I know.

And I also know that someday–SOMEDAY–we will move to a warmer climate, “for him”, and he will be Thrilled with a capital T.

Winters in Chicago are only the tip of the iceberg (so to speak) when it comes to what he puts up with, for me. Other things include:

~my extreme attention to detail, which can be really, really annoying to others around me
~my ability to go from “calm” to “freak-out city” in five seconds or less
~my hesitancy to say “no” when asked by others to take on new tasks, and in turn, my tendency to neglect to ask for help on those tasks when I need it
~my stubbornness in most things

I could go on, but considering this is my blog, I think I’ll stop. My point has been made. I have a great husband who puts up with many distasteful things to be with me, not the least of which is the annual five-month winters we have here in Chicago.

It gets even better than that. When we woke up to all that snow yesterday, he told me in no uncertain terms that I would not be helping him and the boys shovel, because I still have a terrible cough (longest cough span ever: so annoying) and he didn’t want me outside in the cold and snow. Usually, I’m out there. I actually don’t mind shoveling. Yesterday, however, I had a change in my normal job position and was the designated coffee- and cocoa-provider for the troops. He issued this order with complete seriousness while being tender at the same time. (I believe his exact words were, “If you show up outside, we will fight.”) He was taking good care of me, as always.

And then it kept snowing, about another five inches. He went out to shovel again, this time alone because one boy was getting ready for work and one boy was taking a snooze. I was certain that he would re-enter the house scowling and carrying on with the Complaint Trifecta about how he’s only here for me, he hates the winter, and snow sucks.

But he didn’t. He took off his winter gear and sat down in his chair smiling, telling me a funny story about our stupid neighbor. And in that moment, though I’ve been practically hacking up a lung all week and we’ve both lost sleep because of it, and though we’ve been busy “doing our own thing” around the house on our days off this week (mostly because of my cold), and though we hardly get any alone time lately because we have two teenagers, I smiled, because this is life, and I get to spend it with him.

And you’d better believe that someday–SOMEDAY–when we move to a warmer climate, I will be positively giddy the first time my hair is flat against my head from my being so hot and I’m sweating like a pig and I’m feeling all wilted and puny, because I’ll get to complain that I only live there “for him”, knowing that it’s just life and really, I don’t care where I live as long as I’m by his side.

*By the way, did you ever notice that I have a little box right over there in the right margin in which you can see the various blog posts, shared from my reader, that I highly recommend? I add to it all the time…I bet some of yours are even in there somewhere!

**As usual.

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  • Tara R. December 27, 2009, 2:52 pm

    I know what you mean about being together so long. Hubs and I have been together longer than we've been apart, celebrating 24 years. I'm glad you found such a wonderful compliment to your own personality. Makes the journey together that much more interesting.

  • Heather December 27, 2009, 3:49 pm

    I can't wait for this. I mean, I already have it, but I can't wait for it after we've grown together, and have many years under our relationship. ๐Ÿ™‚

    And tell Jim I'll be happy to come help him and the guys shovel as soon as I'm up there cause there will be no need for us to shovel in the city unless it's to save our parking spot. HAH.

    ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • Jason @ The Devoted Dad December 27, 2009, 3:54 pm

    How sweet, or sweat, with the shoveling and all. I personally love the changing seasons. I don't really pike the messy streets though. Happy Holidays Melisa!

  • Katie December 27, 2009, 5:00 pm

    This is so sweet. I really hope to find love like this one day ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Huckdoll December 27, 2009, 6:36 pm

    Aww, Melisa! This made my heart smile. Such a beautiful post and story of love. <3

  • Sue December 28, 2009, 12:12 am

    Have you been taking too much cold medicine?

    Just kidding. Jim is very sweet and it is even nicer that you tell him.

  • Michelle December 28, 2009, 4:20 am

    Yikes, I'm sorry you still aren't feeling better. Fingers crossed that cough goes away soon and doesn't mutate into anything else!

    My husband (and me sometimes — depending on what the wee ones were doing) was out shoveling five separate times yesterday. We had over a foot of snow, and I'm ready to move. But I don't want to sweat, either. ๐Ÿ™‚

    I do think it's funny you tossed that caveat out there about not fighting. That's not even something that would have crossed my mind.

  • WeaselMomma December 28, 2009, 11:29 am

    This is such a sweet post!
    He was a great choice of hubby, you did well. He didn't do so badly either.

  • Anonymous December 28, 2009, 2:03 pm

    From Dawn:

    He IS cute….too bad he and Scott don't have our mad card playing skills! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    And…wasn't it adorable of both of them to say how lucky they are to have the two of us in their lives? We're blessed!

  • LceeL December 28, 2009, 8:44 pm

    I love Chicago – I always have. But I think I'm ready. As soon as I win the lottery – we're movin'.

    My word verification is:
    amenami
    or, if you break it apart:
    Amen ami. (Ami is "my love" in Spanish)

    And French.

  • Momo Fali December 29, 2009, 1:32 am

    When you guys move, will you take me with you? Please?

  • Liz@thisfullhouse December 29, 2009, 2:40 am

    Love it and love that I've got one of those, "Isn't he cute," and "Yeah, mine shovels snow, too," sort of hubbies, too ๐Ÿ™‚

  • NYCityMama December 29, 2009, 3:52 am

    Aw. I love this post! My anniversary is coming up this Wednesday. 8 years together. It seems only yesterday I met him on a blind date, cursed him out for being late, and fell in love. Ah. Good times. So love hearing about love like this. Thanks for sharing. I pinch myself once in awhile thinking about how lucky I am to have found him…or him me…or whatever.

  • Mrs4444 December 31, 2009, 3:33 pm

    I think this is my all-time favorite post of yours, Melisa. It brings a little lump to my throat and makes me very happy for you both. Ain't love grand?!