My husband and I are proud graduates of the University of Washington. I celebrate my alma mater through a variety of UW-emblazoned sweatshirts, t-shirts and single bumper sticker.
But my husband? He paints the inside of our garage purple and gold.
Unfortunately, the weak garage lighting leaves out the gold-painted ceiling. My husband doesn’t miss details. In addition to posting tin plates that read, “HUSKY PARKING ONLY,” he also pasted the 1992 Seattle Times article broadcasting the Rose Bowl Championship.
Yes, this is extreme, but that’s how it’s done in this house. On Wednesday, he came home with gallons of paint and a face full of genuine, almost boyish excitement. And even though I might display my Husky pride more mildly, I supported him because this is what he wanted to do.
This is my husband. I love him, eccentricities and all.
He’s the type of man who works in overdrive, who starts with an idea to pay homage to his favorite college team and ends up transforming our garage into the biggest UW-tribute ever. And more than that, he knows how to get to my heart by bellowing, “Honey, you’re missing a good episode of Cheaters! The confrontation is coming up!”