You can be my hero, babyNovember 13th, 2006 @ 7:01 am
This weekend The King and I tried to count how many times he’s been my hero.
- There was the time I accidentally got on the wrong bus home shortly after I moved to Seattle. I got off as soon as I could-but had no idea where I was. I called The King very upset and told him to come and get me now! But seriously, I had no idea where I was. Nothing looked even vaguely familiar. I was freaked. Especially when I heard gun shots. I found a church and hid out in the doorway until The King could figure out where in the crap I was. To this day I still don’t know how he found me. But he found me.
- There was also the time right after Babboo was born that my handy-dandy hand breast pump broke. And I needed to pump. And it was in the middle on the night on a weekend. So The King ran to Wal-Mart (I know!) and bought me a new fancy pump. He saved me (and my boobies).
- Last week he showed up at the Church in an effort to help me with the damned projector that never worked.
- And of course he was the hero when he built our last house and again with our new house.
- Let’s not even get into how many ways he was the hero with the miscarriages and pregnancies and c-section. I mean, basically I was pregnant for the last 2 years and he took great care of me. Hello, hero. (I may also be the hero in all of this. But we aren’t counting times I’ve been the hero here.)
- And then there was the time I dropped the Christmas Bubble Light on our hardwood floors. And the acid burned through the floor. And I cried. And was afraid that The King was going to leave me. He didn’t leave me. He wasn’t mad. He even was able to save the day and clean it up. I don’t know how he did it. But he did.
- We got a flat tire late one Sunday night. It was dark. It was cold. He changed the tire. I sat in the warm car. Enough said.
The list went on and on. He kept adding things to his list. When I would try to add something that I had done, he poo-poohed me. I tried to say that I was the hero when I cleaned up the cat vomit a few weeks ago. But he didn’t buy into that one. I even suggested that me sweeping up my hair in the bathroom was hero-worthy. Nope. Didn’t work. There was also the time I bought him an iPod for his birthday. I guess that didn’t count either. But driving to Wal-Mart in the middle of the night? Yep, hero.
Basically what I’m saying here is that The King rocks. He continually saves the day. Which makes us a great team because I mess things up. I trip. I fall down. I spill acid on the wood floors.
And he cleans up after me.
The King
Frema
said,
November 13, 2006 at 7:21 pm
He sure does rock! But you rock, too. I think your next list should be how many times you’ve rescued him.
Cindy
said,
November 13, 2006 at 7:38 pm
I am green with envy. I’m so glad you’ve found your hero.
HollowSquirrel
said,
November 13, 2006 at 7:39 pm
YAY King! Thank you for being so good to Isabel. But dear, you’re selling yourself short. You’re totally heroic. And he knows it…he’s just living in the glory.
alyndabear
said,
November 13, 2006 at 8:05 pm
You guys make a good pair. And the Ipod present? Very cool, Isabel, very cool.
Molly
said,
November 13, 2006 at 8:06 pm
Yeah! What a great guy!
But I have to say, cleaning up cat puke? Totally heroic. Blech. :0)
Jennifer
said,
November 13, 2006 at 8:35 pm
He’s quite the hero. I once got a flat tire, but I was late for class so I just abandoned my car and took the nearest bus, and called Joel… and he found the car, fixed it, and drove it home. I should do a post about how many times he’s saved my butt… although I think I might be able to rival him, I once had to get up at 2 am on a Sunday and drive him a spare set of keys because he locked his in his car… and when we got him, he fell right to sleep while I was completely wired all night. (I am never going to let that go).
Rachael
said,
November 13, 2006 at 8:42 pm
Anyone who goes to Wal-Mart after dark is a hero. Get that man a Purple Heart.
Lizzy
said,
November 13, 2006 at 9:05 pm
Gah. King is wonderful.
But so are you… you made the list, that makes you double-y hero-worthy!
Also? You carried and birthed Babboo. Therefore, you win.
DeAnn
said,
November 13, 2006 at 9:30 pm
Of course he’s heroic — that’s why he’s “the King.” You’re a lucky lady. But then, so’s he.
Christar
said,
November 13, 2006 at 11:54 pm
That was so sweet! Not to mention I totally know what you mean! Shaun has definitely been my hero on many occasions. I’m the person who’s constantly breaking, spilling, or messing up things and he’s always there to help me out. I personally loved the part where you said The King fixed the flat tire and let you stay in the warm car, because Shaun constantly does that. If we go shopping, he’ll put the groceries in the trunk and tell me to go get warm in the car. We are some lucky girls!!!
MK
said,
November 14, 2006 at 12:47 am
You have yourself a good man!
Chris
said,
November 14, 2006 at 1:13 am
Awww, shucks. Too sweet
Lindsey
said,
November 14, 2006 at 2:02 am
That is so cute and sweet! King is amazing and totally rocks, but you are equally heroic! You did give birth to your beautiful son.
angela
said,
November 14, 2006 at 2:19 am
Awww, how sweet. I think for his next birthday you should get him a cape and some lovely matching man-tights.
Lisa B
said,
November 14, 2006 at 6:25 am
While I was reading this I kept thinking the same thing everyone else was — The King is an awesome dude. But YOU are very awesome too!
And if growing his baby and then boobfeeding the baby aren’t heroic things, I don’t know WHAT is!
(And at our house, anyone cleaning up any sort of puke gets hero status too. That and whoever goes out to get Chinese or Thai food.)
Erika
said,
November 14, 2006 at 11:50 am
Okay, I had a dream about you and the King last night, and I can’t remember what it was about, but he rescued you and I from something. WEIRD!
Brittany
said,
November 14, 2006 at 4:58 pm
Hooray for good husbands. What would we do without them?
Della
said,
November 14, 2006 at 6:26 pm
Thank you for your post! It made me think about all the heroic things my husband has done for me. Even when I hate him on some days…like last week…I need to remember the good and honorable things. He married a divorced working mom of two babies under 2, raised them as his own and provided them with all that a father is supposed to. He’s my hero. I need to remember that.
Heather B.
said,
November 14, 2006 at 11:03 pm
No more HBO? You do realize this means no more Ari Gold love, don’t you?
Just sayin’
I don’t have HBO or cable for that matter, thank God for netflix.
hola, isabel » Canada, eh?
said,
November 27, 2006 at 5:53 pm
[…] We never were. We made it home safely. All thanks to The King and his ability to stay calm. One more item to add to his list of Hero Traits. The man can drive confidently and safely protecting our precious cargo. […]