So, this is going to be a dramatic change from the last post. It needs to be. The reason I totally jumped on this band wagon is because it’s too easy when dealing with the hard stuff and being stuck “in it” to turn on each other. It’s too easy to alienate the one other person who’s really right there with you. It’s too easy to not appreciate the man you want to procreate with, because there’s not enough procreation going on. Without further ado… Why I love the hubs, today:
I have New Moon tickets. I have pre-paid tickets to the 8:30pm (can anybody say tween-aged fangirl squeeee?) showing of New Moon, at a theatre that’s 30 minutes from my house. Can you think of a place that a heterosexual man in in his early-thirties would rather be less than New Moon fan-girl central? (If you can please let me know, I may need that information later…) Do you know where my man is going to be?
At the movies with me.
He is braving the 13 year old fan girls. He is braving the RIDICULOUS crowds. He is braving the pandemonium matched (I’m guessing) only by a Harry Potter premiere.
Why? My friends flaked, I wanted to go, so he said “Let’s go!” He decided not to go out with his friends, so that he could go with me. That’s love.
Tonight, screw Team Jacob. Forget Team Edward… I’m on Team G!
He’s the love of my life.
He’s the father of my children.
He’s the best uncle on the planet.
He makes me laugh.
He’s got the sexiest green eyes ever seen.
He’s fiercely protective of his family.
He loves me when I can’t love myself.
He loves me when I won’t love myself.
He’s my best friend.
He’s my Super Man.