Ben wins the best husband award.

I don't have to ask him to do things, like unload the car. He just helps.

He believes in me.

He still will send me texts and write me notes, even though we're married now. And I still like them just as much as I did when we were dating. Maybe even more.

He makes me eggs in the morning.

He always opens my door for me. I think he's missed once, and he was mad that he did.

He takes me on dates.

He buys me books.

He makes me laugh even when I'm not in the mood to laugh.

He supports me in dancing, and loves that I love it.

He is the most patient person in the world.

He wants a baby just as badly as I do. (don't worry, we're waiting, the time is not right). It's just nice to know though.

If he knew something was really important to me, he'd say yes or make sure it happened.

He likes my cooking.

He works hard.

If he thinks he's done something wrong, he always apologizes.

He wakes me up for prayers and scripture study if I fall asleep before him.

He dances with me.

He's quiet when I'm studying or choreographing (believe me, that's a tough one for him).

He prays for me and with me.

He puts his arm around me in church.

He always lets me know how much I mean to him.

He shares his ideas and goals and problems with me, and lets me do the same.

He helps keep the house clean. And does the dishes.

He teaches me things.

He shares books with me.

When I need to cry, he just lets me cry (sometimes, it just happens).

He doesn't ruin surprises.

He teases me.

He loves me. And I'm the luckiest girl in the world for it.

Today was an eat-everything-in-the-fridge-before-it-goes-bad for dinner day.

Poor Ben.

Here are my problems with cooking:

1. I know the general of idea of everything. My mom always cooks. I know the gist of what you do to make things and I know how the food is supposed to turn out. Somehow, though, in the middle, all the details get mixed up.

2. Seasonings. I just have no idea?

3. I'm scared of not cooking the meat enough. So I always end up overcooking it. Even when I know that I overcook it.

4. I don't pay enough attention to what I'm doing.

5. Keeping track of what needs to be eaten first. Oops.

6. Sometimes, when I mess up, I try to fix it. Only, it makes it worse. And then we have to throw it away.

7. I actually don't know what I'm doing, so every meal turns into an experiment.

8. Cooking.

Maybe Ben and I will just live off of potatoes and brownies for the rest of our lives.
At least I know how to cook those.