I worry that because my Wedding rings feel tight my finger might be broken? Did I sprain it? This could be the on set of arthritis! He reminds me it is 40 flippin degrees Celsius out. Hot and sticky plus popcorn equals rings not fitty. He calms me down.
He reminds me that a headache can be just that. A headache. Google and symptom checker, not always my friend.
I’m sure that this outfit, the seventh I have tried on, is just as bad as the first six. He truly cares, and helps me find something I feel good in. He loves me enough to help me find a pair of “you don’t look fat in those pants”. He makes me feel “hawt”.
He gets that chocolate chip cookies are the perfect breakfast food. He doesn’t judge, as a matter of fact, sometimes he even bakes!
He finds it endearing…ok he tolerates it, when he finds croutons in the bed. Who eats salad in bed? Um Me.
He knows if I’m in a bad mood..like almost never, cause I’m perfect……that it is best to never ever ask if I have PMS, or acknowledge that mood! Actually it might be best not to make eye contact, just bring chocolate.
He lets me have the aisle seat on the plane, even though he is the one way over 6 feet…cause I need it….I just do! It feels less confined, there is more power in that seat, he rolls with it.
I always get the side of the bed that is closer to the bathroom too. I don’t know why, but I need that side, it’s better.
He shakes his head and plays along when I ask him for the third time “Are you sure this chicken isn’t pink?”.
He will even taste the milk to assure me it isn’t sour.
He gets my particular kind of crazy. He is the calm to my spaz, and the quiet to my chat.
Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am that he loves me….cause I’m all neurotic like that.
sweet sweet post… i love it!!!
and aren’t them boys just so sweet sometimes!!
oh you sound like you have a keeper – maybe I could borrow him and he could give my hubbie some pointers??
Aww– the plane seat story reminds me of The Wedding Singer movie!
You are a very lucky woman.
ANd he’s lucky, too, b/c you appreciate him.
Wonderful post.
What a sweet ode.
Aww. He’s the yang to your yin. I love it. Gives me hope that someone might be out there for my brand of crazy too…
HEYYYYYYYYYY
Are you sure you’re not MY wife??
My husband is the perfect compliment to me too. It is great to have a partner who calms and evens you out.
Oh, how sweet. That’s what love is all about. I bet you put up with some of his “quirks,” too.
Love the croutons in bed. Last night, I ate popcorn in bed. When my mister stood up, he had two kernels stuck to his back. LOL!
The things they do for love.
Great post. Oh, and you’re not neurotic. Just normal.
It’s nice to find the one who doesn’t think you are neurotic!
That’s the best love 🙂
awwww, sounds like you’ve got yourself a good one!:)
Judging from your list, I think that I might be neurotic too, thank god for hubby’s that put up with us!
Aww, he sounds wonderful!
(And yes, of course you’re perfect; we women all are!)
LOL I love that you are like that. You’re lucky to have someone who understands!