...knows to never say those five little words, "It's going to be okay." I'm just as guilty as the next guy of tossing out that empty little promise when someone else is hurting. Everybody does it, right? I mean, you don't know what to say, and you feel like you have to say something. But he knows better than to say that to me when I'm feeling low about pregnancy stuff...and I love that.
...proposed to me four years ago today. =)
...is a housework rockstar. He's no neat freak, but on the days when he's home during the day, dishes and clothes are washed when I get home from work, guaranteed. It's not that he can't stand it--in fact, he probably wouldn't notice. He just knows how uptight it makes me to have a messy house, so he tries to help me out.
...loves Christmas to a redonkulous degree.
...loves cocktail weenies to a redonkulous degree.
...is uberexpressive. I jokingly tell him he's like a cartoon character--when he's sad, he's so very sad. When he's happy, he has the biggest, silliest grin on his face (honest: when we were at the altar at our wedding, I told him not to smile so much. His eyes were squinching shut). When he's confused, you can read it all over his face. It's quite comical. How he's so good at poker, I will never know.
...is one of the nicest people on the face of the Earth.
...is going to be a great dad someday.
...deserves the Congressional medal of honor for dealing with my emotions lately.
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