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Love Day



As a 17 year-old, I met John in my senior year of high school. At that time, he was a big-deal college senior, five years older than me. I know it is unbelievable since I practically look like a highschooler even now, but we have shared 19 consecutive Valentines since 1987. As a tribute my great score in life, here are 19 reasons why I love him and why we'll have 19 more Valentines together, and then 19 more after that:

1) He gets excited every time he gets another blue fire department T-shirt (100 and counting...)
2) He saves peoples' lives as a hobby.
3) He plows our neighbors' driveways whenever it snows, even though they could do it themselves.
4) He's the perfect mix of high-tech engineer brainiac and country-lovin' hunter-guy.
5) He thinks he can fix anything, and when he tries, it always works.
6) He is always in a good mood and is the friendliest person I know.
7) The 40 year-old men think he's nuts, the 20 year-old guys think he's "rad" and the old ladies adore him.
8) He's the kind of dad every kid wishes they had.
9) He laughs louder than our kids do when he watches cartoons with them.
10) He gets more injuries doing crazy stuff than our kids do.
11) He won't admit he feels his age until he's gotten hurt doing crazy stuff.
12) He tells me it's been too long since I went out and had a night to myself, even if I've just had one.
13) He says I look better than I ever have, even on days when I'm fatter than I've ever been.
14) He makes my coffee for me in the mornings.
15) He doesn't mind saying he's sorry first.
16) He sincerely believes he got the better end of the bargain when he married me.
17) He buys me everything on my Christmas list and then surprises me with something extra.
18) He gives up things he loves, like real wood fireplaces, for things I love, like gas fireplaces.
19) He is 100%, without question, the real deal.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Michael is sitting behind me and VERY impressed at the elephants making a heart! What is the other picture supposed to be? It only shows a large, empty,white box with a tiny red x in the corner!

You forgot to mention that one of the best things about being married to John was getting to join the WONDERFUL Olsen family - I'm sure that was just an oversight and was supposed to be #1....
Anonymous said…
AWWWWWWWWWWW Jennifer, you need to write a book! What a list! Had a tear in my eye by the time I got to #19. It would be nice if EVERY couple did this kind of thing on Valentines' Day..........
~Sue
Anonymous said…
I'm so glad you got John and he got you. You both are two of the nicest people I know! Happy Valentines day!!! Amy
Anonymous said…
How sweet it is to be in love and to be loved. Your love story touched me.
- Debbie Stewart
Anonymous said…
goodness gracious, you two. =) that was a wonderful thing to read and it's great to know how true it is! i love you guys! happy late v-day
Anonymous said…
I just read your Love Day finially!It put tears in my eyes!!!! So, if you'r trying to call me, it's cause I can't get of your too funny blog!!!! Jill

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