We dated only three months before he asked me to marry him. I guess we both just "knew". What fart smellers we are.
He is grumpy when he's hungry. A total cranky pants.
I've learned to ignore him until he's digesting food. And he's learned to ignore me for one week out of the month.
Makes married life more blissful.
Hubby has delivered one of our babies (literally). Crazy can't even begin to cover that night.
Hubby keeps the house tidy when I'm at work. He sorts laundry. He holds babies and coaches tiny football players.
Through a series of complicated "we now have four munchkins events", he really stepped up his game.
Hubby can write a killer love note. I haven't seen one in years but I remember them quite fondly.
I consider his laundry sorting and house cleaning his declaration of everlasting love.
And I'm down with that.
He quotes movies like I wash dishes. Several times a day. Anyone not schooled in cinema may not understand him.
He speaks movie.
Hubby has retained a wonderfully youthful exterior, and as with most men he gets better as he ages. This thrills me because I get to look at him, but it also makes my crows feet cringe.
Ce La Vie. We're stuck with each other now. He has a little too much baggage to escape.
I then proceed to eat six servings of ice cream, while watching a movie, dropping sprinkles all over the bed.
Hubby drinks his beer.
And then, well, I fall asleep. Most times (grin).
When Hubby is away for a night, I love to control the remote and make pancakes for dinner.
When Hubby is away for two nights I feel incomplete.
So today I wish him a very Happy Birthday. What a crazy wonderful life we've created.
We have no where else to go! We have no where else to g..... We got nothin' else.
(I was just speaking movie. Name it and I'll be impressed....)