Here's to great husbands. The kind who knows exactly what you need after a long day of work. Somehow, my husband knew that grilled steak and homemade American fries were exactly what I needed this evening. I rushed home from work, trying so hard not to speed, my mouth watering with a feeling of excitement radiating throughout my entire body. The freshly poured glass of wine was just a bonus.
He just doesn't make me dinner either. My husband also knows me. The real me. I don't have to hide my neuroses around him - I wouldn't even know how to. He understands that I mumble when I don't feel like talking and that I don't like drinking coffee until I've had a chance to wake up. When I "organize" his things, he is patient when searching through drawers and closets. On those rare occasions when I feel like eating chips and dip for dinner, he doesn't say anything. And when I ask if he minds watching a couple of Golden Girls episodes, he sits next to me and laughs along.
I have the most wonderful husband ever. He is my best friend and the person who I will spend the rest of my life with - in this world and in the next. Thanks, God. Good job!
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