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Friday, October 8, 2010

He's my lobster

I love my husband.  I love how we just sort of get one another.  I did a bunch of dishes yesterday and today (which I should... I'm not working and he is, so the household stuff falls to me), and he dirtied some dishes tonight and immediately said "I'll clean those before bed, I promise!!!!"  He loves me.

I'm feeling crappy sick and I told him I was considering taking a bath, and he says, "I was thinking of playing video games."  I say, "How about I take a bath, you play video games, then we regroup to watch Stargate Universe?" He nods his head yes, like that's an obviously good plan, and doesn't make fun of me.

He loves me.

I go back and forth about being ready to have kids anytime soon.  When I say, "I'm not ready to be a mom" he says "wait a week."  When I say "I want a baby" he says "wait a week."  He never tells me I'm dumb for going back and forth; he just knows it's how I am.

He loves me.

And tonight when I told him "I think we should read a book out loud together, maybe 'The Magician's Nephew' or 'The Great Divorce' by C.S. Lewis," he says "okay" instead of asking me if I'm crazy for wanting to take turns reading a book out loud.

He loves me.

He loves me.

He loves me.

I'm a lucky gal.