Even if you were married to Brad Pitt I'd tell you my husband is better looking. (Angelina? Are you out there?)
Even if you were married to Ghandi I'd tell you my husband is kinder. (......uh.....Mother Theresa? are you out there?....eh well. no matter. it was a stretch anyway.)
Even if you were married to my dad, I'd tell you my husband is a better dad (but just barely). (Mom? Hi!)
Because in real life I'm married to the greatest man alive.
This is a man who covers me with a blanket when I fall asleep on the couch. A man who did all of the Sunday dishes (unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, AND washed, dried and put away the handwash) the same day they were used. A man who set the table during my aforementioned nap (with napkins!) and even woke up early this morning with our very hungry baby so I could sleep in.
It's OK if you're jealous, I understand.
You are so right--He's pretty cool.
ReplyDeleteBut he's not perfect FOR ME--I got that guy. So there!
Thanks for letting me know that there is hope out there. That some husbands do these things for their wives. Seriously... I am starting to think it's an uncommon thing, and that is scary to someone like me.
ReplyDeleteI've been on Christmas vacation but I just caught up. I've missed you. Those were some good posts! Good job Josh!
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