My husband snores, so loud he would wake himself up sometimes. But recently I noticed the snoring has diminished because he's deliberately slept on his side so that his pregnant wife would have a good night sleep. And he'd never failed to hold my hand underneath the sheets right before I fall asleep. That to me is the most romantic thing ever.
My husband does not plan. He is the pack-your-bag-and-go kinda vacation planner and is all for spontaneity. While it stresses the mild OCD in me sometimes, it actually brings out a sense of adventure previously alien to me. Thanks to dear husband,I got the chance to shoot an AK47 in Vegas, pat a leopard in South Africa and sky dive in Santa Cruz (well technically that was my idea but he was all for it and did not chicken out).
My husband thinks he's put on weight. I think the little pouch is too cute.
As I am on this hospital bed waiting for the nurses to check on Chloe, the husband sits quietly waiting beside me with his Nexus 5. And I am reminded of how blessed to have such a wonderful husband who is there for me through thick and thin. This post shall post as a reminder to myself not to that for granted. Love you my dear.
