Sunday, February 20, 2011

Standing by My Man


Let's face it, this past week has been all about Sara at our house.  February 14th & 17th typically mark what Dave calls "The Festival of Sara."  The poor guy has to suffer Valentine's Day & his wife's birthday in the same week.  As if that isn't bad enough, I had the nerve to have our daughter on the 16th.  For good measure, throw in all of this 100-pounds & article-in-the-paper nonsense & Dave has practically ceased to exist.  Except to me. 

He even does hair!
I have previously shied away from a much needed missive on the merits of my mister because the thought of it makes me a little queasy.  Not because I don't want him to know that he is appreciated or loved or needed or cared for or super-dee-duper.  No, it just makes me uncomfortable when there is a window into married life that goes much beyond Ward & June Cleaver & their cute twin beds.  The other day I felt uncomfortable & regretted tagging him in a Facebook post...about a snow blower.  A snow blower!  If that level of discussion is too exposed, how in the world am I supposed to talk about his many & varied contributions to the project that is me?  Clearly, my only option is a list.

Why I Love David Hurler by Sara

He didn't even flinch when I first told him my "numbers."
He silently & smilingly eats vegetarian meals & seafood that he hates.
He stays up with the screaming baby so I can get up early to work out.
He goes running over his lunch hour so that I can have the prime morning time.
He portions out the dinner leftovers  so that I have quick lunches ready to grab.
He unloads the dishwasher  because I hate it & I won't cook if I have to unload.
He reminds me to set an alarm every night.
He finishes dinner prep every Tuesday & Thursday so I can go to Zumba.
He makes a big deal of thanking me for cooking & has our son do it to.
He refuses to be trapped into answering a loaded question.
He takes treats to work with him to get them out of the house.
He is ignored while I'm blogging, tracking, meal planning, etc on the computer.
He doesn't complain when I make his birthday cake with applesauce instead of oil.
He lets me pick where we eat out so that I have good choices.
He doesn't complain that the only pizza we ever get is thin-crust veggie.
He force feeds me water because he knows I'm a big baby about it.
He talks to me about running & exercise like I'm a peer, not a nube.
He always notices when I'm in a new/old piece of clothing.
He smacks my butt.
He's always the first person to read my new blog posts.
He doesn't comment on my posts because he knows it makes me uncomfortable.
He tells me almost every day how proud he is of me.
He has never made himself one of the reasons that I wanted to shed pounds.
He gave up the Y membership with a pool so I could go to Curves.
He takes & retakes my progress pictures every month until I'm happy with them.
He loves me sincerely at any size & has never made me feel fat, even when I was.

For all of this & more, I am truly thankful to have Dave as my partner in this & other adventures.  I couldn't ask for a better person to share this process with.  I am so proud to stand by him as he stands by me.


  1. thanks for sharing that sara.... made me cry! so thankful to be in this group of women who have men like this :) must be a "Dave" thing ;)

  2. I love it when guys do little girl hair. Especially when they do pigtails and they are all crocked and lop-sided. Not that Dave is a bad hair dresser mind you.

  3. Sara, We missed you at Zumba this week! Now I know where you've been --- Celebrating the Festival of Sara! Congratulations on your accomplishments! I've been enlightened and motivated by your Blog. Saw your article in the paper,too. Although, I'm a few years older than you (-: I finally reached a point in my life where I wanted to make changes because it would mean a healthier, and hopefully, longer life to spend with my 6 kids (don't stop at 2...) Looking forward to seeing your beautiful smile, expression-filled eyes, and your motivated booty back at Curves. How many places have you worked out where you actually smile and laugh most of the time you are sweating? Curves is my first! Take care of your knee. See you soon.

    Hensley Mom

  4. Now that's one hell of a man! Congratulations on your progress!!!