I truly do. It’s almost sickening really, but very true. From the moment I set eyes on Corey, sitting in Starbucks, waiting for him because he was late for our first blind date. I was smitten.
Did I just use that word? Shit! See what he does to me. He makes me use words that are oooy-goooey.
My husband is the ipidomy of what a real man is supposed to be like. And as cheesy as it sounds, like the prince who races up on the white horse to gallontly save the day. Corey is everything that is charming, good, strong, intelligent, heroic, and caring. The way any good prince should be.
I feel so blessed. Each day I get to spend with someone who is my best friend. Someone who loves me enough not to fight with me, using nasty words, only to say shit I will infinitely regret later because my mouth when I’m an anger ball is a run on sentance of ugliness that leaves me feeling just horrid afterwards.
He takes care of me and the boys, always helping out. He does windows and dishes, laundry, takes out the garbage, washes the car, rubs my back and feet, neck, and any other body part that I might suddenly deemed sore at the moment.
He is a breath of fresh air when I’m choking. Always hugging me when I am angry or upset, even when I try to push him away. He laughs at me, as if to say “Whatever women, just shut the hell up and give in to it.” which I always do because it feels so damn good to be in his arms, and release the bullshit.
He listens to me when I talk, about nothing, about everything, shit that he doesn’t even care about but so often and sweetly pretends to, while sneaking a look at the Canucks on television as he waits for them to score a goal.
He makes me want to jump his bones with just a look, and do all sorts of dirty things a mother of sons shouldn’t dare even think of. <<< blushing>>> now – don’t look. God he’s sexy!
And you know I’ve said before and I’ll say it again.
It doesn’t matter he doesn’t remember. Because what he does remember to do are all the important things that make our marriage work, make it happy, make it so that we’ve been in love and together for the past eight years.
I am so lucky and so happy with my husband, and for that I’m eternally grateful.
Even if he does look like a small animal attacked his face while he was up in Prince George and came back from suriving Deliverance.
I love you Forgetful Dad!
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