It's a little bit late, but here it is. This is my Valentine. Everyday with this man is Valentine's Day. I told my mother recently that he is a foot washer, a servant. Every morning when I roll my middle-age tush out of bed there is freshly brewed coffee, that he made. The dishwasher is unloaded and laundry is in the process of being washed. He has already made chocolate milk for the boys and put it in the refrigerator for them to fetch when they stumble out of their bedrooms.
He does all of these things because it's who he is. I don't ask him to help me, he just does.
He doesn't buy me sparkly jewelry or cards with flowery sentiments. I don't need to be adorned in diamonds to show that I am loved. Instead I am covered in my husband's love and affection.
He got the short end of the stick
6 comments:
Happy V'Day Laney! You are super lucky. It is totally the little things that matter. Steve is home with the kids today - I hope it's not a huge mess when I get home!
I feel the same about my husband -- that he gets the short end for all that he does. It's a lucky kind of feeling, isn't it? Hope you had a great Valentine's Day!
AWwwwwwwwww......very sweet post. SOunds like a very sweet man.
And hey-you'd better get over here and claim your prize, cause I'm off to the Mother Land soon! Now-just HOW are you gonna live w/out your silky smooth hand cream? Huh??
Clearly a man who doesn't spend every possible waking moment in The Nothing Box...
The only one on Earth, I think...
Pffft! No fair!!!
:)
Oh my gosh!!!
Your little boy looks just like his daddy!!!
I got one of those too. I'll take someone who helps clean over jewelry any day!! I don't even really wear jewelry! :-)
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