After I posted my post about who he was, I decided that I am going to print it and put it in the kid's "daddy book" (a scrapbook I am making about their Daddy). I also thought of so many more things I wanted to add, so I figured I would just add them here. So, here goes...
He liked "Teen Mom" and "16 and Pregnant." He liked "Teen Mom" better though because he said he got bored sometimes watching the same girl for an hour. I have meetings 2 Tuesdays a month and sometimes, if I got home late, he would tell me he watched without me!
He also liked "Sister Wives." I can remember one Sunday, he was going to clean out the garage and came into the bedroom to tell me something and realized it was one. He skipped the garage and watched with me. We went to the zoo one afternoon with a bunch of my friends. All of our kids were mixed up in everyones strollers and he was carrying someone elses kid on his shoulders. It was him and a bunch of moms and kids. We all joked that we REALLY looked like sister wives :)
He didn't like fruit. Occasionally, he would eat watermelon or strawberries if I cut them up, but he didn't like eating fruit because it got his hands dirty. He especially hated fruit in his food (apples and pork, fruit on cheesecake, etc). He always said "why ruin a perfectly good whatever with fruit!"
He loved pizza and hamburgers. They were by far his favorite foods. He also loved a good steak, but steak had nothing on a BBQ bacon cheeseburger.
He also loved brussel spouts and broccoli. And canned green beans.
He was a great cook. Our first Valentine's Day he made me dinner. Spaghetti with homemade sauce. Absolutely delish! He also made me dinner for Mother's Day this year. Spaghetti and homemade sauce again. And breadsticks. Except, he thought the recipe was for 6 individual breadsticks, but it was really for bread loaves, so he made 12 LOAVES of bread. So cute (and yummy!)
He also loved to grill. He would grill anything and didn't want me messing with his grill.
He wasn't a big reader, but recently he started reading more. He was a big fan of Brad Meltzer. He was also reading "Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters" when he died.
He loved history. Especially American history. He loved learning and talking about wars.
He frequently said "as serious as a heart attack" when I would ask him if he was serious. Drive me nuts!
He was very self conscious about his grey hair. At a Thunder game, some lady called him "touch of grey" and he came home and shaved his head.
He was also pretty conscious of his weight. He was super skinny when I met him and then gained a lot of weight before we started dating. After we got engaged, he lost a lot of weight, but put some back on after we got married (certainly not due to my cooking--that would have made him lose from not wanting to eat!) He got made fun of a lot as a kid for being "the fat kid" and he carried that with him into adulthood.
He was a kid at heart. He thought farting was burping were funny. He would frequently come into the room where I was, fart, and leave. Oddly enough, I miss that.
He took care of me. He took a lot of pride in taking care of his family. I didn't realize how much he really did for me until he died and I have to do it now. I have to take out the trash and the recycling. I have to take care of the lawn (thankfully other are mowing for me though). I had to put the new tag on the van. I have to wash my car. I have to take out the compost. I have to get the stool out to get things up high. I have to struggle with heavy things. I had to put a new battery in the garage door opener. I had to fix the stroller. I have to do all the kid's birthday and Christmas shopping.
He was just such a good man. He loved his family and we miss him so much. The kids each have a picture of him in their room and every night, before they go to bed, they say goodnight to Daddy and tell him they love him and they miss him. I know they miss their daddy.
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