that husband of mine

I am constantly surprised how much Michael does to serve me.

Yesterday I walked through the door to some lovely roses. This was after earlier that day he had driven me all the way to the train station so I wouldn't be late for work. Additionally, he went to the grocery store, made me dinner, and put ice cubes in my diet coke. And then when I suggested a light clean up before we went to bed he willingly agreed and did the dishes.

I am lucky to call him mine.