Sometimes my husband can be the sweetest, most thoughtful man. He thanked me all through my pregnancy for "growing his baby." He told me frequently that he appreciated how little the pregnancy seemed to have affected me - that I was very reasonable and not demanding.
He thanked me after I had Sam for how "awesome" I was in labor. He told me I was "his hero". And he tells me on our especially difficult days with our son that I am "a rockstar."
He tells me daily how pretty I am, how much he loves me, how thankful he is that he married me.
My husband can be a very sweet man. He can also be a horse's patoot. Here is an actual conversation we had the other night:
David: Have you given up on plucking your eyebrows, then?
Emily: What?? I just plucked them last night!
David: You did? Did Sammy leave behind a lot of testosterone?
Emily: ...?!?!
David: Wait! I mean - I - ... Can I come back from this?
He has such a way with words.
He thanked me after I had Sam for how "awesome" I was in labor. He told me I was "his hero". And he tells me on our especially difficult days with our son that I am "a rockstar."
He tells me daily how pretty I am, how much he loves me, how thankful he is that he married me.
My husband can be a very sweet man. He can also be a horse's patoot. Here is an actual conversation we had the other night:
David: Have you given up on plucking your eyebrows, then?
Emily: What?? I just plucked them last night!
David: You did? Did Sammy leave behind a lot of testosterone?
Emily: ...?!?!
David: Wait! I mean - I - ... Can I come back from this?
He has such a way with words.
wow..... ;-)
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