Oh, Gag me with a spoon. Or: How to make your wife feel like a treasure

All these years I have lived without a bunch of things that now center my general happiness. How ever did I make it?

I know I keep telling you about how nauseatingly happy I am, but it's quite true. Perhaps you will look deep into your marriage and find that new life can be breathed into it...or else you can pour a large mixed drink and go read another blog.
But, as I was saying.....

I like sleeping with a window open at night, rather than locking the house up like a tomb so no stranger will break in and kill me in the night.

I like that when I wake unexplicably in the night, there is a warm and friendly body near who keeps all my fears away, even while he's sound asleep.


I like that I wake in the arms of someone who thanks God for me every day...in my hearing.

I like that he doesn't get mad at me. Ever.

I like that my car gets filled with gas every week....even when I don't realize I'm on empty.

I like that unexpected eye-contact in the middle of the day always makes my breathe catch.

I like that bills get paid, and I don't have to worry.

I like that he looks at me, touches me, and talks to me, as if I have the best figure, most amazing hair, and brilliant mind in the world.

I like that the yard work gets done, and not by me.

I like that dinner is planned a week ahead, and that he always cooks....and that he enjoys my company at the grocery store, even though I am largely useless.

I am so happy. And also spoiled.

What?
Sorry. It's all true, though.