As I may have mentioned (once, twice, or a million times already), it’s almost the husband and my 11th dating anniversary. 😍 I’m still as madly in love with that dingbat as ever–more than ever, really. There’s something really awesome about being with someone who knows me so well, and the fact he still gives me fireworks isn’t too bad either.
It’s been a rough week at work, with my parents, with me not feeling 100% and I just felt it all too much this afternoon, so I called my [nickname withheld–but I like the guesses I’ve gotten] and this is how the conversation went:
Husband: “Hey, Babs, what’s up?”
Me: “It’s just been a crappy day at work and I also just got off the phone with my mom…I just called so you could tell me that you love me because that’s my favorite.”
Husband: “Well, I love the crap out of you–want to tell me about it?”
I vent for five minutes.
Husband: “You’re right, that sucks. I love the hell out of you though; I’m going to give you a big hug when I get home, and you tell me if you need anything else.”
That last part, though!! 😍 It’s been YEARS since the man has made a suggestion or offered to fix anything for me. He’s learned the perfect way to make me feel better. I taught him this skill because back in the day I’d start my venting with, “I’ll tell you, but if you start giving me advice, I’ll shank you.” 😂 Worked like a charm!