Best Husband in the Universe (Known and Unknown)

One of the unexpected joys of marriage, in my opinion, is finding new ways to say I love you to each other. John and I had been together for seven years before we got married, and I didn’t think life post-wedding would be all that different than it was pre-wedding, but I was wrong. Our relationship really has deepened and grown since we got married. I suppose there’s a chance it would have happened even if we hadn’t gotten married, just as a natural extension of being together for so long, but at the same time, there’s a feeling of “we’re in this together” that only came about after our wedding. It’s nice.

Well today John did what may be the most romantic thing he’s ever done for me. I was feeling oppressed by the man (sometimes work just gets me down), my sister-in-law (sometimes she’s just bitchy) and Comcast (apparently my only option for high-speed Internet, which sucks, because they suck) and still tired from yesterday’s overexertion/heat exhaustion extravaganza. And then I came home to discover that he had cleaned three of our four bathrooms. We don’t bother with the one in the basement because we never use it. The sink is cracked, and the toilet clogs if you think about using it.

Screw diamond jewelry, roses, and boxes of candy. Nothing makes my heart beat faster than a man who’ll clean a bathroom.

I love you John, and thank you for doing something you know I hate so much.