“I love how much you love him.” The Facebook message read and I thought, well duh, what’s there not to love? I married the perfect man for me. He loves me. Wait. It’s more than that. He knows me, understands me, and he still loves me.
He makes me laugh, he makes me feel good about myself, and he makes me feel needed.
He believes in me.
He knows how to orchestrate the best Mother’s Day ever.
He gets better looking every day.
He’s the best dad in the world.
He’s the best husband I could have ever asked for.
So, yes, even though he sometimes snores and tonight when I told him that this summer we’d be celebrating our seventh anniversary his response was “That’s disgusting,” I do love him in that sick annoying way newlyweds love each other. And I don’t see that ending any time soon.