J. I freakin’ love that man. A lot. He was gone for slightly more than 24 hours and you know what?
I missed the ever loving daylights outta him.
Please don’t tell him I said that.
And it cracks me up how much I love him…like today, when I was getting supper together and I look over to the couch and there he is….spread out, snoring lightly, so tall that his feet are on the chair next to the couch.
I even love him when he eats a mini cheesecake on the couch and drops a few crumbs on the floor…the same floor that is clean and vacuumed (dude, don’t deny it….I saw you).
There’s a saying I love….”you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your family”.
Except for the one loop hole…you get to pick your spouse.
J is nothing like I thought I’d marry….I’m not sure what I was looking for, but he wasn’t my idea.
And yet? He’s perfect for me.
Does he make me angry? Yep. Do I want to shank him sometimes? Yeah, definitely.
But I love him.
The idea of being with him forever makes me want to scream and tear my hair out makes me so happy I could burst in a bunch of little rainbows and puppies and unicorns.
There is not a real rhyme or reason behind this post….just me, remember how much I love J.
Even when he teases me….better sleep with one eye open, babe ;)
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