my husband is a superhero

Warning: This post is going to be mushy. You may leave now if you so desire.

My husband is a superhero. Really. He is.

Nick worked over 10 hours every day this week. He gets up at 5 a.m. every morning and leaves to work in a crummy, construction environment with guys who swear 24/7 and tell gross jokes. He spends hours on ladders, in crawl spaces and running wires all over.

After he's done working all day, he goes to night classes. He's taking really challenging classes and learning a ton. He spends Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evenings and Friday afternoons in class.

Then he comes home. By this time you'd think he'd collapse and take a well-deserved break. You'd be wrong. He comes home, takes a quick shower, and then gets to work. He helps with dishes. He helps with dinner. He does laundry. He vacuums. He does whatever work he can find to do.

THEN.. when dinner is over, when everything is cleaned up, when there's nothing left for him to do (or when his wife is begging him to go to bed), he finally consents and climbs into bed, reads scriptures and prays with his wife, and then sleeps.

Even on weekends, ones when he doesn't have to work, he's doing projects around the house, helping friends, helping his parents, doing a side job.. anything.

Tonight, he did dishes, wiped down the kitchen, got dinner ready and made us smoothies (makes me sound really lazy, huh?). After dinner, a movie came on TV he really has been wanting to watch. But he kept cleaning. So I took everything away from him, pushed him onto the couch, snugged him in a blanket, and gave him a cookie and a kiss.

Basically, I love him, and he is amazing. He works harder than anyone I know. So I felt the need to brag about him :) Ta da!

My husband is a superhero.