i love my husband.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

I always look like this when coming out of our apartment. Carrying a million things, (making a really weird/strange face) running out the door, and more than likely, making him late. He is so patient with me. Most of the time he just stares at me, as I run around looking for random things. Things I probably will not use or need during the day. He even remembers that I don't like it when he follows me around, trying to get me to hurry. Well, he sometimes remembers. But seriously, I am married to one of the most patient men I have ever met.

We both love food. all the time. ice cream. loaded tacos. pizza. greek salad. pasta. peaches. spinach. blueberry pancakes. I love him because he knows the little things that I love-like amazing food. and he shares that with me. I remember when our AC wasn't working, and it hadn't been for days. It was ten times hotter in our apartment than it was outside. I had not stopped sweating, and I was feeling like the most unattractive, disgusting human being on the planet. We were both sitting on the couch, soaked in our own sweat, and talking about how hungry we were. You should know our kitchen gets extremely hot when we cook anything. We tossed around dinner ideas, and finally decided we needed to get the heck out of the apartment. He was SO up for going down the street to our favorite burger joint. He spoiled me with fries, a huge burger running over with chili and slaw and ranch, to make it true perfection. We soaked in all the AC that the place had, and I walked out feeling really loved. Maybe not slimmer or healthier (disclaimer: we are not junk food junkies, only at times), but definitely loved. I could go on and on, but I won't. I am really blessed. Thank you Lord for redeeming every part of my life.