I have the sort of husband who digs his car out that he can take a test drive to assess the condition of the roads before I set out.
I have the sort of husband who asks that, on such a stormy night, I either call or text when I arrive at work, and before I leave.
I have the sort of husband who will time the length of my journey to the gym so he can compare it with the return trip, and sets himself a specific time limit before he allows himself to worry.
I have the sort of husband who meets me at the door with a kiss and a glass of wine.
I have the sort of husband that makes me feel so very lucky, so very loved.
And it certainly doesn't hurt that he said my latest batch of chili is delicious. :)
EDIT: and he just came out holding up a handwritten sign saying "You're cute!" accompanied by a silly little dance. No idea why. So he's impenetrable and adorable. I really like my guy.
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