Forgive me while I get a tad mushy on this Valentine’s Day and have a bit of a public display of affection. There are times, in the quiet of the night when I can’t sleep and my mind is racing, that I wonder what I’ve done in life to be so lucky to have found SuperGuy. Seriously. What karma happenstance let me find this man…or this man find me? I love everything about him. His smile. His eyes. His flannel shirt that he lets me steal all the time. I’ve (almost) grown used to the fact I may never get my van back in the garage with all his woodworking stuff in there. I love sharing my morning coffee with him. I love competing on the crossword puzzle with him. I even kinda love his truck.
He cooks. He vacuums. He fills up my car with gas. He never forgets an anniversary or birthday. He loves photography too. He jokes me out of my bad moods, knows when to feed me chocolate, and knows when I just need to be held. He likes to go antiquing and has ever so much patience with my milk glass addiction…and my camera lens addiction.
I love you, SuperGuy. You are the best. Best husband. Best friend. Best.
(Why are you looking at me like that??? I did NOT order a new lens! I swear! )