Reason #38: He's Hot-Blooded!

In honor of Valentine's Day, and in celebration of the end of a two-week long cold spell:

We have had temperatures hovering at around 40 below zero for weeks, and that is COLD! It's hard to even describe the chill in the lungs, the freezing of the nasal passages, ice fog so thick you can't see 100 yard in front of you, vehicles not starting (even though they have been plugged in), etc. Ah, such is life in Alaska!

My hubby has always been hot-blooded. The term "hot-blooded" basically means having an average body temperature higher than that of the surroundings. The family has grown accustomed to wearing several layers of fleece, because DH keeps the thermostat reading at 60 degrees! He is affectionately known as the "polar bear" around home and office.

He is also a very normal, typical male member of the species known as "Homo Sapians." This means that he is hot-blooded in terms of passion as well as temperature.  As a reminder, he brought me this book home from his recent trip:

“Real ideas that real–life couples can put into practice immediately—that’s what I love about Red Hot Monogamy! All the biblical truth and godly love life advice I’ve ever heard—and more—is simply and beautifully wrapped up in this one practical book." (Read more reader reviews here.)

I love my "hot-blooded" man!

Reason #37: He's a loving, supportive son!

I almost lost track of what number I'm on. Yes, it has been a while since I posted -- almost a year, actually! Sadly, it was an unintentional sabbatical. I just kept putting it off. But, after checking the stats and comments, I realized that at least 30 people a day are still stopping by this site, and it inspired me to continue inspiring all those who do searches on "why I love my husband" or "reasons I love him".

I have to admit that I was "scared off" by fear and pride. I'm struggling to adjust to the younger generation's world of virtual reality, and social networking. This is my personal journal, but it's posted on a public forum. How much self-disclosure is too much? At what point do I begin violating my own privacy?

As a member of the "sandwich generation" we struggle daily with the pull of raising teenagers, and caring for elderly parents. The pressure has become glaringly evident recently, as DH went home for his father's surgery. In her own words, DH's older sister described what that entailed:

This past week has truly been a family affair. Our brother was at the house with mom until he flew home yesterday. He's cooked and cleaned for mom, chaufered her and has been grocery shopping more times than he probably cares to admit. We've appreciated his help. My son stayed with mom last night. We have someone stay with her, because she is unsteady on her feet and we don't want her to fall without someone in the house. It's strictly for peace of mind.

I've been at the hospital with dad most of the time. My brother stayed with dad Monday night and I stayed with mom, my son stayed with dad Tuesday night and I slept in my own bed for the first time in 6 nights.

Our other sister was off work Thursday and Friday, last week. She spent all day in the hospital with us and was here during the day on the weekend, also. She has helped transfer mom back and forth from home to the hospital and has been a big help with mom's daily needs.

It's only going to get worse, as his parents lose their independence, physically and mentally. But I know DH will call upon God for wisdom and strength.

In the words of a dear friend of the family: "Your parents are truly blessed to have you as a son." And I am blessed to have ample reasons to continue writing on this blog.