Mr. Dub is the best husband in the world because he would do anything for me. Even when pregnancy emotions run high (and I'm already extra emotional in general, mind you), he is patient and understanding and makes me feel like I'm being rational and that any sadness or injustice I might be experiencing is totally legitimate. He lets me have a pity party. He listens to all I have to say.
He's compassionate.
He's sympathetic.
He's perfect.
Today, he even went to the grocery store (with a menu he made himself) without me because I just couldn't do it myself. And he hates the grocery store.
So I'm sorry if some of you out there think your husbands are number one because obviously mine is the best.
At least to me.
And that's all that matters.
1 comment:
He is a doll...but does he also cook? That's the golden ticket right there. I agree, grocery shopping is the enemy. You have tp keep buying the same stuff and that is so annoying.
I think you are the best. Thanks for fixing my BLOG. You are a dear heart.
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