D Double W

What I am about to share will do one of two things to my readers (uh, that is, if I have any). You are either going to read this and ooh and ahh over my/our amazing sweetness - or - most likely, you are going to roll your eyes, make that UHGH noise that you make when you see Kim Kardashian (oh, wait, that's just me?), and exclaim something out loud about how I must be crazy.

And actually, I'd agree with that last part. I AM crazy... crazy in love with my husband! ;)

See, in early April of 2007 my husband lost one of the most important people in his life: his grandfather, more affectionately known as Paw-Paw. My husband spent most of the summers of his life with his Paw-Paw, going fishing, learning how to make fishing poles, watching Westerns on TV and hearing stories about WWII. They were close, and to lose him was difficult for my hubby. Having lost a grandparent myself by this point, I understood what it meant to not have that important presence around anymore. I felt his pain and wanted to help ease it.

Introduce DWW. (Those of you who really know us will know this stands for his name + Weekend). During the second weekend of April every year, we put on DWW in my house. The purpose is to remind my hubs of how special he is, how much I love him, and the weekend serves as a more positive event to look forward to at this time of the year. Obviously I make my best efforts to show my husband these things year-round, but he knows that during this weekend, he is the number one priority no matter what else we have going on. All of his typical "house responsibilities" cease to exist, and he is free to reflect, enjoy, and just BE in whatever way he wishes! He can also request anything he wants to do, have, whatever for this weekend and I make it happen! My husband works so hard to take care of our little family and he shows me love, respect, and gives me every possible good thing ever 24/7/365. If I am being honest with myself, my way is usually "THE WAY" around here, so, sometimes it's nice to let him think he is running the show. Mwahahah!

Sound bizarre and self-absorbed? Maybe. But we all have our own 'things' in our marriages/relationships, and this event is one of OUR things, so suck it. :-P

April 2012 brings the 6th Annual DWW. (6th. Whoa). It's been a good one so far, I think. You're about to see how simplistic and easy to please that my love is, because this year's DWW was super low-key. (And completely  mimicked the one in 2010, which you can: read about it here).

On Friday night, he requested pizza for dinner and to watch a good movie, just the two of us, with me actually sitting down and not fluttering about trying to clean, check email, and do all of that multi-tasking I like to do. All you other Anal Angelas out there will totally get that.

Saturday morning, I slept in and woke up to find him frantically watching episodes of Grimm that he has missed. This is one of the shows we don't watch together, so I went to the grocery store and bought several things we usually avoid (i.e. junk food) because what good is DWW if you can't have your JUNK FOOD MAN?! We watched another movie later in the day and I took care of some of the aforementioned "house responsibilities" while he played incredibly violent video games...and I didn't even ask him to turn down the volume. ;) (Anyone else thinking I sound like a tyrant? I swear I'm not).

Then came the best part. He requested ribs (one of his favorite foods) for dinner, so, I gave it my best shot. I slow-cooked some baby back ribs smothered in BBQ sauce and a yummy rub and evidently they were a hit! (It may come as no surprise to some of you that I was not able to eat my meal after handling the bloody carcass. Just couldn't get jazzed about it...but he said it rocked).

Which brings us to this Sunday morning. He is currently watching the F-1 race and eating waffles, his favorite breakfast. Today I will take care of all of our other household things and later cook his other favorite dinner (meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and cornbread). I also have a suspicion that he will request a neck massage later. The nerve! ;)

So there you have it. DWW. It's small and simple, but it makes him feel good, and goodness if that isn't my mission in life than I don't know what is. My husband is my favorite person ever! When the rest of life gets messy and troublesome and really really hard, we know that at home and with each other, everything is good, happy, and easy. It's so easy to love him. I am so lucky.

Anyone out there do something similar for your spouse/sig other? :)

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