The Most Important Thing

My husband loves me.

Deeply.

Intensely.

So much so, that sometimes, it is hard to take it all in. Hard to believe that I get all of this just for being. Or specifically, for being me.

I don’t feel worthy.

And I cannot believe my luck.

How did I land such a man?

Today after getting my hair done, totally re-done, cut, styled, fancy peek-a-boo highlights, the whole shebang….

….I come home to a husband that is so thrilled with the results that he really wants to get me upstairs.

{But not for that…not yet…teehee}

And there, hanging from my ceiling fan, is the shirt from Ann Taylor LOFT that I loved but didn’t buy the day before because…

…it wasn’t on sale.

So while I was off getting pampered, he was thinking of more that he could do for me.

I love this man.

So maybe…

Only she is a he.

And he is my husband.

And he gets me.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Valentines Day!

xoxo

natalie b