My husband is awesome. I couldn’t ask for any more. If I think on it too long, I actually get a little insecure, knowing that the ‘awesome’ balance between us isn’t so balanced.
He has this funny quirk, though. There was a time that I would say he could sleep standing up through an earthquake. He slept through everything. But lately, he has become a little more high maintenance. The doors need to be closed because our daughter’s music and rabbit keep him up. He needs a blanket over him, but runs hot. That means the room has to be cold enough for this hot guy to need a blanket.
The other night I told him he is a princess. Without missing a beat he said that he only smells like one because I keep spraying him with perfume. (What do YOU do to combat the less-than-pleasant-smelling rumblings in the night?)