I know, far less romantic than Seattle, and not a Tom Hanks in sight.
We are battling some weird cold thing here. The baby has a little smoker’s cough (I swear, it sounds just like a smoker’s cough!), and I am sore throated and bleary eyed. Thankfully, the husband performed miracles for me last night, in the form of sweeping, mopping, de-cluttering, and taking out the trash.
Sniff.
I told him it meant more to me than him waiting on me hand and foot with tea and kleenex.
I have a Moms Club event at my house this morning, and had to have the house clean. I just couldn’t find the umph needed to take it beyond picked up. Thankfully, he did. Bless you dear!!
I am a really lucky woman, and I recognize that I don’t always recognize that. My husband rocks. He is always willing to help out at home, he is a great provider, he is fantastic with the children, and he can cook. I don’t have to nag him to get assistance with laundry, dishes, or other housework. He is also funny, and silly, and willing to let me be silly and strange (which is a real bonus as I am fairly silly and strange).
He is the best partner I could ask for.
Thank you honey for being so amazing! I am glad I found you!!
Mmmm… he also made me coffee.