The Best Things In Life

Hubs made a comment today about how everything in life was bad at least according to this blog.

Au contraire! But the little part that is bad does seem to be funnier than the vast majority that is good, eh? I mean who wants to read about how the cake recipe I invented was heavenly and how I treated myself to a spa day, or that in spite of our (OK-MY) phobias, dancing is coming along nicely. I mean cue the Disney music and watch the cat break into a dance with the neighborhood squirrels, right? Who wants to read that the kids did school with no fussing and I had time to scrub the house and finish all the "honey-do" jobs?

Well, sure, Hubs would like to read that because it would be such a HUGE FREAKIN' CHANGE!

The whole truth is that I have it very, very good. Hubs usually keeps his Prince Charming uniform in the closet (because I don't iron probably)but even without it, it doesn't take long to know that he is in fact our hero. Not just for the big stuff like totally undeserved luxury gifts, paying all bills, and supporting us so well. Sure he does all that. But that is just the tip of the iceberg. He is amazing in so many small ways too. Like the fact that he likes taking the kids to the park to fly kites or hike or just chase them on the playground. He taught them to fish and ride bikes, and takes them on every ride at the amusement parks, even the ones he hates. He makes late night runs for emergency provisions. (Chocolate.) He got me dance lessons and goes with me! He rushes home to get rid of dead mice and assorted icky things. He volunteers to coach teams. He attends all sporting events. He reads all 700 drafts of my book and always says nice things.

He puts up with me.

He says "I love you."

He doesn't fuss about the budget when we have a bad day and dinner isn't ready and we eat out. He laughs at my jokes. He is in fact my very best friend.

So as far as what's right in my life, Honey, I'd say it all stems from you.