Always start off with a good title eh?
My DH (dear hubby) is blessed with both a mathematical mind (mechanical engineer that he is - this comes in handy at grocery stores too!) and a musical mind (he's one of the best guitarists and pianists I know). He can fix mechanical things, is a computer WHIZ and manages to repair just about any thing I can break around the house. Living with someone so smart and talented without feeling worthless can be a challenge at times.
Add to this the fact that he is a genuinely nice guy. Fantastic dad, great provider and loving Christian and it can be hard to find fault (though somehow I manage!). None of us are perfect. Not even my DH who at times can be major-ly grouchy, forgetful, insensitive, bossy and, may I even say, at times condescending (see previous list of accomplishments if you are having trouble imagining such a thing!)
It always has bothered me that I am often told how lucky I am to have married him. OR that I am awfully lucky to be married to a man that 'lets' me do what I want to do. I guess on some level this is true. I am married to an incredibly intelligent, sweet, loving and great looking man who has nearly no Neanderthal qualities.
Still I wonder. Why is it that I am the lucky one? I mean, isn't he lucky to have me also? I think he is. And he thinks so too.
Let's teach our daughters their worth shall we? Don't they deserve to have the kind of man we'd all like to have?
Guitar playing DH