Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I love my husband I remember when I first got married, how weird it felt to have a husband and to be a wife. It was a good weird. Now it's weird to think of it any other way. If I didn't have a husband, who would fix the computer when it's not working, or lift the heavy things that need lifting, or open jars that I can't, figure it out if there's a problem with our car, or hug me when I need it?
I'm lucky. I have a smart hard working man. He works really hard. At everything. Not just at school but to support us too. And when he comes home he's so exhausted, but he still hangs out with me. He takes care of me. And he thinks I'm pretty. I think he looks pretty good too. We like to do the same things, which usually includes watching something good and eating something yummy (on occasion, and yes food can make us happy). I always look forward to my time with him, and I never get sick of it. I have a good man, and I'm happy he's mine.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 8:26 PM
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