Of course the list goes on and on, but if I were to narrow it down to the top 10 reasons why I love my husband, it would go a little something like this.

10. I love his positive attitude. The guy is always so incredibly positive. He sees the glass as half full all the freaking time. He's got good energy, good vibes, and knows how to make people feel good. Love.

9. He has an incredible work ethic. There are times where this annoys me (weird) but despite that, he works so hard. Case in point: He went on a business trip to LA last year and instead of telling his boss that he may need to step out of the meeting a little early in order to make his Friday 7pm flight, he simply didn't. He missed his flight and couldn't get on another one until the next evening. Of course this killed me, but I had to admire how committed he was to not being "that guy" and instead he stuck through the meeting until the end.

8. He'd do anything for our pups. He'll walk them in the rain at 10pm after working a long day. He'll take them to get groomed, which they love (not). He'll get their butts pushed, which they love even more. He'll pick them up fun dog bones at the pet store. He's a sucker for the dogs. I love it, because I'm not.

7. He loves his parents and his sister. I love how close he is to them and how much he respects them. They always say "the boys go away" after they move on and get married. I am sure that is the case when there was never much of a relationship there anyway. He is a loyal son that is there for his parents. He stops by, he checks in. He's a great son.

6. He loves my family like they are his own. He loves my brothers and would do absolutely anything for them. I love him for this. He'll take his day off work to spend with Cam. He's picked Trev up at the airport at 5:30am. If that's not love, I don't know what is.

5. He makes late night trips to the store for whatever it is I may mention being in the mood for. It takes one "you know what sounds good?" at any time of the night, and he's got his shoes on before I even finish my sentence.

4. He knows how to mix a mean cocktail. He's so creative and fun when it comes to mixing drinks. I love how excited he gets to make me something yummy. My fave: Sunset Martini (pineapple juice, coconut rum, grenadine, and vodka.)

3. He vacuums every week. Enough said.

2. He cleans the toilets. Enough said.

And the #1 reason I love Ty:

1. He teaches me something new everyday. About him. About me. About life. About how to live it and love it. He gives me perspective and reminds me that nothing is ever too big for us. We've got it. When I am worried about something, his coin phrase is always, "Babe - just remember, they can't eat you."

That's love. And I'm in it.

Here we are signing our lives away in Maui on 5.18.2009, getting our marriage license.

ain't no sunshine

Ty left this morning at 6am for a flight to CA for work. 6am! First of all - it's Sunday. And he has to work today. That's no fun for him.

But back to me.

I'm so bored this morning without him here. He's left on a work trip on a weekend before, and now I remember how much I hate it. (Allotta - I don't know how you do this all the time.)

I love our weekends together - especially Sunday's. Typically we'll wake up and play with the pups in bed for a little while before Ben can't handle it anymore and tosses himself off the bed only to park himself in our door way with this look that says "Seriously? Get up. You are so lazy." Then we'll put on our Sunday Best (me in my lulu workout pants that are covered in dog hair, and a faded black zip up with a broken zipper; Ty always looks decent - big shocker). We'll get the dogs ready and we'll cram into the Jeep and head to our favorite Starbucks. Ty will get a drip coffee and a donut (so low maintenance), and he'll order me my tall soy 1 pump caramel latte and artisan ham sandwich, minus the ham (so not). As he waits in the line that is practically out the door, I find the two cozy blue chairs and sprawl our stuff over them to ensure everyone knows that they are taken. (Lately, I will obsess over several games of Snood, while he educates himself and reads the paper.)

We take little breaks in between games and articles to peek out the window only to see the pups intensely staring at the front door to Starbucks waiting to see us come out. They don't know we are looking out at them through a side window and it's enough to make your heart burst out of your chest. It only takes about 3 peeks before we are ready to go reunite with them again.

The rest of the day usually involves catching up on intelligent shows like Jersey Shore, Diners, Drive-In's & Dives, and Modern Family before we decide to get started on dinner that lately we've been making together over a fun cocktail, or 5.

Today will be different.

And I need to get over it. 

But I won't.

Not until Tuesday night when he's back home again.

Thank God I go back to work tomorrow. This is pathetic.