I call my husband the DH, or Dear Husband, because it’s just plain easier than typing out his name, or saying “my husband”, as much as I talk about him, but also because it’s so true! When we first met, I wasn’t crazy about him, to be honest. Years later, when we finally started dating, I was pleasantly shocked to find out that he’s a real sweetheart and will do just about anything for people that he loves. (Now, I shouldn’t have been too surprised – once in college, he bought a girlfriend her own star for Christmas. I thought that was a pretty creative gift, as well as being quite a statement about how he felt about her. At the time, though, the fact that I still thought he was kind of a jerk outweighed any other feelings, so this particular memory didn’t resurface when he asked me out.)
After dating for two years and being married for one, you’d think I’d not longer be surprised when he does really wonderful things, right? Nope! And therefore I was completely taken aback last night when he suggested the sweetest, most unselfish thing I’ve ever heard. You see, my brother is running in the
